Tale of a twisted mind

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**my doctor said it would help me to write this, so... I'll try to remember when I started to have a twisted mind and why, so here I am:
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I used to be an only child until I was 4 years old and my sister was born; I could talk at a really young age (like a year or less) and I used very big words, my dad said I spoke like a little adult ^-^ My first word was dad and my second word was "garlic" .-. but oooh weeelll~
when I was in kindergarten I didn't like the kids there, I found them dumb and they bullied me a lot.
I used to have a lot of imaginary friends, but 2 of them were special; "My little boy" and "My little girl". the funny part is that I actually saw and felt them, I imagined them like if they were drawn in a notebook page and had no color, but I loved them.
There was this girl in my class named Dany, she was a total bitch and loved to scare my classmates.
She told them stories about ghosts and monsters always making them pee their pants, but I never believed her and said she was a liar because ghosts didn't exist, and even if they did, they could do nothing, so she was determined to scare me and I grew fascinated with her "horror" stories, yet I wasn't scared, so, in an attempt to perturbate me, she started telling me sexual stories (I have no idea how she knew it, she was less than 4 years old o.o) one day, she led me to the bathroom and made me "touch" her, fourtunately a teacher came in just in time.
People used to call me a crybaby really often and I cried, but in my mind I pretended to be a unicorn... and stab them with my horn.
One day, this crazy teacher called my parents and showed them the drawings I did in class, I never paid attention to the class, it was boring, so I drew my "friends", the teacher called them diabolic monsters and convinced my parents to take me to a therapy, but My little boy didn't like it and wanted to skip it but My little girl said it was necesary so I could be more intelligent.
after several years passed I managed to make friends with 2 girls, Dani (other dani, not dany) and another girl named Valery, Dani was very friendly and everyone liked her, but Valery disliked them and they bullied her a lot, even more than me. She was only at that school for one year and never spoke a word, she talked with her hands, so we thought she was mute, that was until the last day of school, when, before leaving and never seeing each other again, she said to me and Dani "thanks", she then smiled and left, we just smiled. Dani and I promised to be best friends forever and never forget each other. I still remember her, even after so many years... the wierd part is that my mom says she never existed... Valery did, but she can't remember Dani.

Then my sister was born, my parents were glad because I stopped talking to "myself", saying I grew up.
one morning I was in the bed with them, just talking and my mom happened to ask: "where are your little boy and girl??" I then look up at her and, with the most innocent voice say: "My little boy and My little girl went back to heaven, but they promised they would come down again to play with me someday." That totally freaked out my parents and I went with another therapist.

One day I found out manga and anime existed and started watching it, but my mom never liked it.

not so much has changed, I guess I became rather normal except for the fact I went with different therapists until the age of 12 when my parents decided they shouldn't raise me like the society wanted to, that I should just be happy... I some times wonder if they made the right choice... although I've never liked therapists, I wonder if I'm actually insane...
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FriendlyOtter's avatar
That's very interesting, and natural, lots of kids had imaginary friends growing up :) Although for me, I didn't really know what a friend was, so I couldn't even imagine one..