Pisaries Creator

I had not been around long when I heard a noise coming from the closet. I thought it might’ve been Jimmy. He loved to play pranks on me. I imagined him crouched down like a dork he was and jumping out when I opened the door. Or he would tackle me because his thing right now was to act like a big cat from some jungle like I was a zebra invading his territory. He was a complete idiot when he got on his kick to wanting to be a cat. He even went so far as to want to mix human and cat DNA together to get some kind of hybrid. My response to him wanted to be they aren’t apples that people can mix together quite successfully. I kept quiet because I knew it would deflate the tiny bubble keeping him going.

When I opened the door, Jimmy’s eyes were not looking at me. I wanted to go into Jimmy’s room, lock the door, and jump out the window. I didn’t because I was afraid of heights and went down the stairs without falling. Once outside I would scream as loud as I could to get anyone’s attention and run as fast as I could to my next-door neighbor. They would be there because they never went out. I believe mu plan was good enough for him not to catch me.

I was wrong. His grasp was so tight around my neck. I felt like passing out. My toes in my shoes tried to find a flat surface to grip. He continued to drag me back upstairs. I’m amazed we didn’t tumble back down. We were back in my bedroom again. I thought I had drawn my last breath but in the end I survived. The next time I saw Jimmy I was resting in the hospital. He brought me flowers and wasn’t completely wearing that dork costume. I think his bubble grew a little bigger that day.