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My imaginary girlfriend is about a man who is dying of leukemia and begins to hallucinate about a woman whom he loves.

My Imaginary Girlfriend Scene 2 and 3



My trip to the doctor changed my life forever. I was now diagnosed with leukemia and had no idea how to approach this thing. I didn't even really know what it was. All any of us know about leukemia is that it is cancer of the blood. We didn't know how long it took to run its course, we didn't know if it was recoverable from or not. All we know is that was cancer of the blood. Would vampires still clear of us now? Would our blood turned black instead of red when the air hits it? Would I now bleed black instead of red. Would it move slower through my system taking longer to circulate? All I knew was one thing and one thing for certain, I didn't want leukemia. And how the hell did I get this thing anyway? It's not like it runs in my family. Maybe God was getting back at me for something I had done. Maybe I did something to upset him. I was on my way over the bridge on the j train pulling into Marcy. There's this point between the bridge and Marcy where the train feels like it's on a roller coaster bumping and grinding along its tracks.



2 hours ago.



I was sitting on the doctor's Gurney. That crinkly white paper sticking to my backside made waiting for the doctor something of a secondary issue for me. It kept peeling itself off of my a*s. Peeling itself off only in a way that could be described as weird and distracting. She kept walking by the office. she kept head faking entering the room every time she walked by. So I would percolate and get myself prepared for a presence every time she did. It kind of began to give me a headache. I still haven't figured out how to get that paper from holding me hostage while denying that I was in an oncologists office for way too long. She walked by Peaking in and kept on walking again. "Debbie would you bring me the results for darling she said. While holding up images of an x-ray they had done of one of my shoulders. "You're holding it" a sexy woman voice replied. "Oh" she said. "Why is she toying with you" I heard a woman's voice say. "Who said that" I thought, looking back around the room to find the source of her voice. There was none. "So Mr darling my assistant tells me you've been feeling very weak and what else?" "I'm bruising up for anything. If I bump into a wall my entire arm gets bruised and like I said I'm feeling very tired. I feel like a damn vampire. I sleep for half the day. I Heard a voice chuckle. "Well" she talks to me as she's putting data into her computer "I have something to tell you. Something very important! Would you like a counselor?" "Why would I need a counselor?" I replied. "Okay, a counselor. Miss Davis will you please come in here!" She yells out into the hall. I'm walks a heavy set black woman wearing a white lab coat and my stomach drops. I track her with my eyes as she walks by. "Hello Mr Darling I'm miss Davis, a medical therapist and counselor. I'll be helping you through this." "Why do I need counselor?" I repeated. "What I'm about to tell you many people deal with. Well maybe not as many as in relation to the population." Dr. David says. Miss Davis clears her throat. "But enough where you shouldn't feel alone in this situation." Why do I need a counselor? I repeated. "Mr darling you've been diagnosed with leukemia. Now there are many options for you." Miss Davis slides over on one of those chairs with the five wheels on the bottom and takes my hand in hers. "We have chemotherapy radiation therapy and other holistic approaches that may make having leukemia walk in the park." My mind couldn't handle what she was telling me. I started to spin out of control. My senses went dull, I suppose it was in order to absorb the incoming information. An auditory survival instinct is what I gathered it was as I stare vacantly in a State of shock. "Mr. Darling do you understand what Dr Collins has told you?" I didn't respond. "The treatments are aggressive, yes, but effective." Her bedside manner left something to be desired. She continued "We have group therapy sessions that I am both clubs what they call them. That I'm both club was all I could muster. " I think when Dr Collins is trying to say is that your life isn't over. This condition is very treatable and with a little effort your cancer will go into remission and things will get back to normal in your life." I felt like I was being hunted by The predator. Everything came in with an echo, my mind was absorbing the information but my soul and better judgment were in complete denial. Back on the train we pulled into Marcy and I remembered something about my imaginary girlfriend that struck me as odd. She had taken on the persona of the first girl I had ever kissed. Lisann Valentin. I decided to bypass my stop and head over to where I remember she lived. It was an old beat up house on Sheppard avenue. Just off the East New York junction stop on the j train. I had to see her. I remember Lisann and I had parted on bad terms. The last thing she said to me was that she didn't want me to call her anymore. She was one of those very pure souls that couldn't stand for people abusing their bodies. And I had began smoking. All I knew was that I could use her help now more than ever. End scene.



Scene 3

I walked over to Lisann's house, uninvited, which kind of made me feel like a stalker. A stalker more than an ex-boyfriend who had developed a hallucination in her likeness. I had to make sure she wasn't playing some elaborate prank on me. A prank that would have been totally out of her character. And there she was, clipping her dog to one of those extendable tethered leashes. The dog had took off the moment it was clipped. Extending the tether taking Lisann with her. She was a Puerto Rican woman with a pretty face and a killer body. In her early twenties Lisann was on her way to a coffee shop around the corner, taking her cocker spaniel Pomeranian mixed with her. A pummer spaniel. I didn't have the nerve to walk up to her. I put my hoodie over my head and caught the train back to Kosciusko Street. C**k in the a****** is what my old high school buddie used to call it. Ever since, I will chuckle every time I saw the name.



I needed a bath. A hot soak in my tub would definitely help. I put the key in the cylinder, turned it and had it upstairs. My mother yelled out at me. "How was your doctor's appointment." She asked. "It was fine," I replied, as I hobbled my way up the stairs. Hot water poured into the tub. I dipped my hand into the water to make sure it was the right temperature. Just right. I felt like my life had just been given an expiration date. I took off my clothes and slipped into the bath, sighing a bit at how perfect the temp was. When the water hit my groin I breathed in deeply making Miss Collins and her over excited therapist fade away. There was no cancer, no treatment and no therapist. It was only me and my bath, just the way I liked it. I'll grab hold of myself imagining my imaginary girlfriend entering the room. She wore a white bathroom and nothing underneath. She slid it off, slipping into the bath with me, raising the water to just about overflowing. She pressed her body against mine sliding downwards and under the water taking me inside of her mouth. The control I thought I had evaporated at that very instant. I almost came immediately when there was a knock at the door. 'What the f***' I thought "I'm in here". I said. My mother letting out a deep breath in frustration. "Go downstairs" I yelled, referring to the bathroom on the main floor. She didn't stop, my imaginary girlfriend continued stroking my penis with her lips, up and down, slowly making the explosion that was to come something I could control. She made it last. She slid back up to me, gliding over my wet body. "Don't come yet." She said with a kiss. "I want to enjoy this." She said then slid back down submerging herself. I clenched the side of the tub not touching myself at all. My imaginary girlfriend was in full control. She mounted me. I hesitated and said but shouldn't we use. 'Protection' I thought. "You don't have to worry about that with me." She replied. She put me inside of her. The water began overflowing as we bobbed up and down in the bath together. After about 4 or 5 strokes and came inside of her letting out an enthusiastic "oh God." "I am your God baby." She said as she lay down on top of me." "Yes you are" With her head down on my chest she said, "I love you do you know that?" " Yes my love, I love you too" I replied. " I can hear your heartbeat it's racing baby. I really got you worked up didn't I?" I began to laugh, "yeah you did I replied." There was nothing like having this beautiful woman on my chest after I had made love to her. Nothing like it. Except, "Is this real babe or am I dreaming." I asked. "this is as real as you want to be." She replied "And what about Dr Collins, what about my leukemia?" "You can try" she said "but you won't succeed." "Try what?" I asked. "Try to end this moment" she replied as she grabbed hold of me again. "This moment belongs to us!" She started kissing my side licking and biting my n*****s on her way down. Getting me a erect all over again. End scene.