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Chronicles of Aiden: My Entity - Entry #1

Updated on October 16, 2013

I'm not normal. I don't mean non-social, awkward, really shy kid not normal. I mean I'm really not normal.

I guess I knew this way before I actually understood what was going on. Who else has an imaginary friend that is alive?

Well, he's not imaginary, he's real. His name is Aiden, and he's a ghost. Well, he's not a ghost, he's a spirit. I think I was born with him, but he tells me otherwise. Whenever I ask him if he's been with me from the start, he doesn't answer.

I've always been picked on, ever since I was little. I remember sitting alone, eating the lunch my caretaker would pack me everyday; a ham and cheese sandwich with a bag of potato chips and a juice. Being alone most of the time, the bond between me and Aiden only grew stronger.

Up until the fifth grade, Aiden had always been nice. He never hurt anyone. He was calm, and peaceful. But one day, Bryce Anderson, the asshole who had bullied me since the third grade, took it too far.

I was sitting on my usual bench, alone, eating my lunch. I was telling Aiden how I would be the greatest superhero ever, when Bryce walked over to me with his two asshole friends, Brandon and Victor.

Bryce was the biggest of the three, with a double chin and a close shaved head. Brandon was the second biggest, with long hair that covered his eyes. Victor was my size, pretty small, but with a tough attitude. You didn't mess with them.

"What are you eating, loser?" Bryce asked me. I knew whenever Bryce talked to me nothing good was going to happen. "Leave me alone," I said, taking a bite of my sandwich. "That looks pretty good," Brandon piped in, brushing the hair from his eyes. "Sure does, mind sharing?" Bryce asked, with a smile on his face. All of the other kids were oblivious, playing soccer of tossing the ball around, while I was surrounded by the three assholes of the school.

"I said, mind sharing some?" Bryce repeated. I could feel Aiden growing restless, his energy rising. Don't worry, I thought. Aiden could hear me. I was about to take another bite from my sandwich when Victor grabbed it from my hands and took a big bite. "Hey!" I shouted, getting up from my bench. Bryce pushed me back down and laughed. "And what are you going to do?" he said. "Give me some of that," he told Victor.

Victor handed him my sandwich and Bryce took a bite. He made a face, as if he had just tasted something disgusting. "Ew, gross!" He spit out the food and looked at me with an ugly look. "You eat this crap?"

I was never a loud person, so when I said yes, Bryce didn't hear the first time. "What?" he said, getting closer. "What did you say? Little shit." He was inches away from my face, but I wouldn't look him in the eye.

"That's what I thought," Bryce laughed. "Thanks for the food!" he said, walking away. His friends gave me nasty looks.

"I want my food back." Bryce stopped and turned around. "What?" His face was serious. "I want my food back," I said again, looking at the floor. Bryce walked over to me. "Did you guys hear this?" he laughed. "Little punk wants his food back." Brandon and Victor snickered. "You want it back? Here."

Bryce took my sandwich and put it straight into my face. He rubbed it around and smeared me with mayo and mustard. "You like that?" he said, laughing out loud. Trying to push his hand away from my face, I could hear Brandon and Victor howling with laughter. I could also feel Aiden, and he wasn't happy.

"Stop!" I screamed, my voice muffled by the bread in my mouth. "Stop? Okay." Bryce pushed my hard, and I fell over. My head hit the ground hard, and my lunchbox fell with me. Bryce looked at me, a big smile on his face. "Bon appetit."

He started to walk over to his friends, when Aiden took over. Bryce suddenly lurched forward, as if he was pushed hard. He fell, his face smashing onto the concrete. "Ahh!" he screamed. Brandon and Victor stopped laughing and stared and Bryce, now on the floor bleeding heavily from his mouth. But Aiden wasn't done.

Brandon and Victor started running, but Aiden grabbed Brandon and lifted him up off the ground. "Help me!" he shouted, flailing his legs. Aiden dropped him form a good distance up, and Brandon smashed into the ground. I heard a snap! Victor was next. Aiden stopped him in his tracks, and threw him down. From the lunchbox right next to me, my juice floated over to Victor, who's mouth was being forced open.

The juice box went straight into his mouth. Victor grabbed his throat, trying the get it out of his mouth. He made weird choking sounds, then he stopped. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he passed out. Juice flowed out of his mouth.

By this point, all the other kids had surrounded the three boys. Teachers rushed to them, screaming to other teachers to call 9-1-1. I was still lying on the floor, and I felt Aiden finally calm again. I didn't say anything to him.

That was the day I realized how strong Aiden actually was. He protected me, fought for me, I was grateful for that. That was also the day I began to fear him.


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