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Believe in her

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Hello again, Mrs.Ravana back again. Heh heh. I'm sorry if I've bored you poor readers with my stories but from what I heard, my stories are worth wanting more. So
I've been told. But I have to tell someone about this, just out in the open.



My daughter, Leslie, is really starting to make me worry. She's been doing well with her grades, and her friends, but...I feel as if I'm left out. I mean she will tell
her dad about her grades and her day but when I try to ask her if anything great happen, she shuts me out.



She won't tell me anything funny or interesting, it's just "It was a nice day." Of course, I ask my husband and he tells me what she told him. And I've assured her that she could tell me anything but she hasn't. She basically....well she said no in her own way.



But...what I heard was my daughter would not tell me anything that was perhaps bothering her, or going on with her. It made me feel....ignored. How could she feel that way? I asked her if I did her anything that made her upset, but she said no. It was nothing...but I knew it must be something.



So just to be safe, I took her to therapy. Someone who she could talk to about anything. I left her with him for about two hours. Once I came to pick her up, she was



sipping from a soda and the therapist had a smile on his face. I asked Leslie what did they talk about, and as expected, she didn't say much.



So after taking her to Angela's house to hang out, I went to talk with the therapist. To my surprise, he was like my daughter. He didn't tell me much either.

Nothing that was life-threatening or anything that would spark curiosity. He just told me that she was a good little girl, and a cool one. But what he was something I never expected.



"You should believe in your daughter, Mrs.Ravana. Always, even if you don't want to."



I....I felt offended. I got upset, mouthing off to him that who was he to tell me such a thing. He just gave a shrug, and I left the building, pledging I never come to him again. How could he say such a thing to me!? I believe my daughter, no matter what! If she says she didn't do something, then I'll know if she's lying or not, damn it!



Sorry for getting upset there. Anyways when I tucked her in bed, I looked her in the eye and asked if she thought I believed in her. And...she said no in a second. I wanted to know why but she said that I would get mad. I told her I wouldn't and just said "Because of her."



Perplexed, I asked her who....and she said her name. Kristy. I sighed and touched her head. I was about to deny her that she existed again but she already could
see that I probably was about to. She didn't make the slightest emotion of disappointment or anger, she just expected my answer.



At that point...I gave up. I wanted my daughter to know that she could trust me with anything...but it looked as if I could never convince her of that. So I sighed and told her to tell me about Kristy.



And I swear to god, this almost scared me. She sat up and looked at me in the eye. She moved the bangs that covered her eye and asked me "Really? You want to know



about her?" I said yes, and she made a small smile and got comfortable.



She told me that she was a blonde haired girl with golden-yellow eyes. And she wore a red shirt and....black underwear. I asked her why is that all she is wearing



and she told me she didn't know, that's just how she appeared to her. How she described her was surprising.



She described her in such detail, like what kind of shirt it was. Her skin color, her hair color...her...A-hem...underwear type.



It was so surprising, yet scary. She told me what she looked like, her first and last name, and the most shocking....she was real because...she...was her guardian angel. I thought that was impossible because why would she need that? Why would she need an angel to watch over her?



I told her that she made a believer out of me, but before I let her sleep, I asked if I could meet her one day. She told me that I could, one day.



I told my husband this and he just gave a chuckle. He laughed to know an angel wore such clothing, and reminded me it was just of her imagination. I didn't know what to



think of it, maybe it was. Black or red was one of Leslie's favorite colors, I've noticed. So maybe it was just her imagination.....or...could be that's why she wants most of her things black or red, or black and red?



My head was spinning with questions but I silenced them as I drifted off to sleep, what a bad thing that was.



I dreamed that me and my family were going somewhere fun, like the zoo. I wasn't paying attention to Leslie, as I was going off about how this man ruined my chocolate milkshake. He put red sprinkles on it! But that's not the point, when I turned around, Leslie was gone. She was just looking at the Lions.



I called for her and I could hear "Mommy! Mom!!" I rushed over to the sound to see that she fell over the fence and into the Lion's den. And she was sitting in a pile of ham and all sorts of delicious meats. The lions were licking their lips and coming towards her.



I screamed my head off for help.....but it was too late for anyone to come. The lions pounced at her but out of nowhere...it happened.



Lifted into the air, out of the lion's reach. She floated up and over the fence...but she didn't come down. She just hovered there. I tried to grab her but I felt something slap my hand away. Confused, I didn't move for a moment but then....I saw her.



Kristy Zany, just as Leslie described her. "You are not responsible enough to take care of this child. For I will have to let her soul go to a better couple of good parents." she spoke. I protested, but I could see Leslie moving on the other side of the fence.



I screamed as I saw...my little girl...dropped back into the den. "May you have better parents, Leslie." Kristy prayed, fading away. I ran over to the fence to see if she was still alive but then I fell in as well. Leslie disappeared and the lions were looking at me.



I closed my eyes and screamed in fear of being eaten. But that's when it all stopped, the fear, the people calling for help, my husband screaming my name.



I woke up in cold sweat, and my heart was racing. I got out of bed and tried to calm down by just sitting alone in the kitchen. That....was one hell of a nightmare.



This Kristy angel....I don't know what to think of her. Is she a Leslie's guardian angel to protect her from things that I can't when I'm not around...or to protect her..from me? But again, this is probably's Leslie imaginary friend...Yeah, that's it. There's no...well I don't know if angels truly exist but...
<w< ....ohhh boy.

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