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My Tulpa Amy

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When I was just a kid, maybe 5 or 6, I didn't have many friends; actually, I didn't have any friends. I did, however, have an imaginary friend .

 Her name was Amy Gid, she was 4”4 tall and slender. She only had one eye. Not that she lost an eye, her left eye just wasn't there. Her right eye was a deep and beautiful red. She wore dark robes and carried a silver staff that would change shape based on her feelings. She had gorgeous, waist-length, silver hair, cherry red lips, and pure white skin. For the record, No, I am not ashamed to admit I had a crush on my imaginary friend.

 Of course, at that age I only thought of how pretty she was and wished to play with her. She happily played with me, as she was the same age as me and furthermore bound to my will. As time went on I gained real friends. Not to say that Amy isn't real, just that I had not spawned these boys from my twisted imagination. I never stopped believing in her, even when I realized that I had imagined her. We were practically brother and sister. You may be wondering why my parents weren't concerned; my mother died shortly after my birth, although I am unsure of the exact circumstances. My Father never really noticed me. To him I was just an heir to inherit the Company he had spent his life building. I was never really lonely, after all, I had Amy with me.

 By the time I was 12 Amy could move small objects and speak to others besides me. She also seemed to be developing a physical form, albeit very slowly. I think one of the happiest moments of my life was when Amy hugged me and I felt warmth; honest to god warmth emanating from her. I began to do research on what she might be, and my results were quite positive. At around this point in time we were as close as ever, but we began to notice the differences we had, as we started puberty almost simultaneously. We would no longer share our deeper thoughts as readily as we once had. Despite this we both tried to understand the changes the other was going through. She realized just how tall I was going to be, and the urges I had begun to have. I realized that although her mind matured even faster than mine; her body only changed slightly. She is now 2 inches taller than when we met, while I am 5”11. She still worries about things an average teenage girl would worry about, but I am proud to say I understand her worries.

 At present time I am 16 and she is almost completely human with few differences; she can choose whether or not to appear to others (but she can’t hide from me), she still looks different, but beautiful, and she has developed strange (and amazing) abilities. My greatest fear is that she will fall in love with another man and leave me all alone. I don’t know if my love for her is that of a brother, a father, or a lover; but I do know one thing. She is my Tulpa, my responsibility, my Amy, and I will not lose her so easily.

 Ray closed his journal and hid it in the drawer of his writing desk. Sighing deeply he walked across the room and fell on his bed. Ray took a deep breath and was met with the scent of cherry blossoms that seemed to linger wherever Amy frequented. He wondered briefly where Amy was, before drifting off to sleep. In his final moments of consciousness Ray smelled the distinct odor of cherry blossoms grow stronger, followed by a light pressure and warmth on his back.
A series I'm beginning since I'm sad and lonely.
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sad and lonely you say? *determined face* well lets fix that.