I still have an imaginary friend. It may sound silly to say as a young adult, but it’s true. Sure, I’ve got plenty of friends now, but it just seems like my imaginary friend never went away.

His name is Thomas but he goes by Tommy. He looks almost exactly like me except Tommy has green eyes while I have brown. Our interests are exactly the same too, so we never get bored hanging out together. He would probably like it if I could spend all day with him, but sometimes I do get bored of him and have to hang out with others.

However, Tommy’s been more reclusive since I’ve been spending more time with some of my real life friends. Instead of being there by my side even when others are there, he chooses to watch from around the corners and glare at me. I know he’s not real, but he makes me feel like I can never fully enjoy myself.

One day, when I was out for lunch he simply walked away which I had never seen him do. I felt so bad that I had to excuse myself and return home to see my imaginary friend. When I found him, he had a strange white mask on with fake tear marks. I didn’t say anything because Tommy and I never talked, we just had an understanding. However, I felt like our understanding of each other had disappeared starting then.

Tommy doesn’t try to hang out with me anymore. I only see him pop up in doorways and mirrors now. He just stares at me from behind that mask of his. I’ve been trying to get out of my apartment as often as possible, but even in public I see him in reflections everywhere.

Right now I hear a knocking on my door. I know that Tommy is trying to mess with me. Maybe even this time he wants to kill me. I’m not sure how I know that, but I have a gut feeling that today he’s finally ready to do it.

I have no choice, Tommy led me to do this. I’m gripping my hammer tightly as I walk to my door. Whatever lies beyond will die at my feet. Even if it’s not Tommy I can’t live like this anymore.

And the best part is that I won’t have mirrors in solitary confinement once I’m done with them.