Slipping....

I’m watching my waning grip on reality slip even further. I know one day, I’ll stop having to think to see them. They’ll always come naturally, like they do when I’m alone. Solid and loud as everyone else… especially him. I’m going to where most children come from. My grip on reality was never great, but I knew imaginary friends from real people… When I was little.
We call them invisies now. They’re not imaginary anymore. The truth of their reality comes from being able to see one another’s. But when they take on reality alone…that’s when to worry. The one I imagined… saw run in through my window, chased by a wild one. I took him in and protected him. I know it’ll be him.
       I get closer to snapping, I can feel it. Can one always see insanity before it gets there? Will I forget all this when I snap? They’re hardly invisies anymore; sometimes I wonder why most people can’t see them. He stays home while I go to school, more solid, ever-present… unlike the others.
       The future stands before me, the love of my life by my side. The future is a tall white building with expansive lawns. My rich friend sent us here, even thought she told them over and over again I was harmless.  He holds my hand, smiling, telling me not to be afraid, because he’ll never leave me… why hasn’t he aged a day?
I sit in my chair in the corner, his head in my lap. He’s crying. I run my fingers through his hair, telling him it will be alright. He tells me he’s afraid to be alone, without me. I smile softly, bringing his face up to mine for a gentle kiss. His cheeks are still smooth. His hair is still that same soft blond… it doesn’t look good against my gray.
       Over. Black. Alone. Death… was it both of us? Or is he really doomed to walk the earth alone, power and form created by my breaking mind, a lonesome vampire no one else can see, destined to lose his mind… just as his sire did. Just like me.