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A childhood belief about imaginary friends

When I was about... six I had an abusive imaginary friend. At first I created him because I was lonely, and almost nobody ever wanted to play with me. Somehow, maybe just because I was so convinced no one would ever like me, I came up with Rebock (yes like the shoe). He was thirteen and now reminds me of what an older brother is like. He told me these amazingly scary stories and I had nightmares every night. He made me punch myself (I was able to control myself enough to make it soft.. :) ) and he even pushed me into a pool once! I literally almost drowned....

It took me a while, but I finally got around to getting rid of rebock. I took my boy neighbor/new friend's toy gun and I shot him. 28 times! Then as I looked upon his 'dying body' he aske "why?" (and I literally remember hearing this) and I just laughed...

no I did not grow into a disturbed psycho... or anyway, that's what my parents tell me for comfort...

— Vash

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