Imaginary friends.

Juzarh

Leiya

My eyes opened to the realization that I was laid sideways on a bed. I slowly sat up, my eyes scanning where I was. The room was not as small, but it didn't have a lot in it. There was the bed I sat on in a corner. A wooden table and chair by the window. A washroom across from where the bed sat, and another room with a door beside the washroom.

Beside the bed was a lamp, a small shelf of more books and a portrait of a slightly older woman, I assumed was his mother. I climbed out of bed, walking towards the door leading out. To the right was a wall housing another small shelf of books. I let out a small sigh, how many books did he even own? To the left was a ray of light, as well as faint bickering and talking.

I cautiously made my way towards the voices I was hearing. It didn't sound like Lyle was talking to himself. I could recognize his voice, but the other voice that was responding to him, I couldn't recognize. The closer I got, the more convinced I