The Girl In My Closet
By CS Fox
The first time I saw her… I wet the bed. I was waking up from a dream, and there she was and… Maybe it was her fault, maybe it was mine… I dunno, she scared me. She wet herself too.
“Are you talking to yourself again?”
“… Leave me alone. I’m trying to tell my story.”
“Hahaha your story? Hold on, hold on; I’ll help,” Veronica made a soft coughing noise as she cleared her throat, “One day, a loser was born and many days later… here he is.”
Does she realize she lives in a closet? Can someone who lives in a closet call another person a loser?
“I can hear that…”
Okay, that’s cheating, I wasn’t even talking.
“I can hear that too.”
“GO AWAY!”
I heard noises downstairs. “Mom, David’s yelling at himself in his room again.”
Veronica burst out laughing. I slapped my forehead. Whole damn family thought I was crazy.
“Psst, you are.”
Soooo ignoring you.
I got off my bed, refusing to look at Veronica as I left the room. I could hear her snickering still as I slammed the door behind me.
Trying to have a semblance of a normal life is really hard with a girl like Veronica. I guess it depends on your definition of normal.
My mother was in the kitchen. She was just about done with dinner.
“Playing more video games?” she asked pulling out a casserole from the oven.
“Yah… something like that,” I said taking a seat. I got a headset just so I could viably say I had someone to talk too when they asked. I wasn’t about to try and explain Veronica to them.
Dinner was quiet and without incident. My dad made some small talk, my mom talked about her day, and my sister bragged about something she did. They tried to encourage me, but I just made sure my mouth was full the entire time. I didn’t really enjoy being with my family, but it was a respite from my… other company. She didn’t like my family much, and doubted they’d understand her, so she left me alone while they were around and hid whenever they were in my room. Because of her I try to keep to myself; which is for their sake as well as mine. They don’t need to know how messed up I am.
I did my dishes and cleaned up after myself. My parents don’t bother me as much when I take care of myself and help out. Probably think I’m in the middle of the angsty teen phase or something. Veronica was waiting in my room once again. Standing in my closet mirror and looking at me with a smirk.
“How’s our family?”
“My family’s fine. You’re not related to them.”
Veronica took a seat on the bed that looked a lot like mine inside the mirror. She’d changed since I was at dinner, wearing a babydoll nightie with her hair tied back in two pigtails. She knew it made me uncomfortable when she dressed like that.
“What’s yours is mine and whats mine is yours.” she smiled. “Maybe they’re not my family, but we’re connected somehow.”
I flipped on my TV and flopped on my bed. I couldn’t see myself in the mirror… only Veronica sitting there and looking bored. The only time that mirror ever showed me was when my family was in the room.
“Just going to watch TV then?”
I didn’t really have to say my answer. She could generally read my thoughts. If I ignored her, she got the message rather quickly. Although we didn’t completely understand our arrangement, she did have stuff to do in ‘her’ room; even if it was the exact same as mine.
After another hour or so I flipped off the TV and left the room. Thinking on the bathroom and my nightly routine so she wouldn’t bother to ask me as I left. Our mind game seemed to be one way. She could read my thoughts, I couldn’t get hers.
I brushed my teeth, washed my face and came back to strip down into my boxers. I didn’t bother to shut the closet door; actually I haven’t been able too since she showed up that one night. The door’s been stuck. I asked my dad about it once, but he just laughed it off and said he check it out later on some weekend when he wasn’t busy.
“What are you doing now?” I asked quietly. While I was throwing my shirt into my laundry pile, I heard a few odd noises from the mirror.
“I’m diapering myself.”
“WHAT?!” I asked spinning around. Veronica was on my bed in the mirror and naked from the waste down. She had her nightie pulled up and was sitting up so she could scoot her butt onto a big diaper.
“Wha? Why? What the hell?”
“Uh little privacy you perve.” she frowned.
I turned back around, blushing a bit. “Veronica, what the hell are you doing?”
“Its simple David, I’m putting a diaper on myself. I wet the bed.”
I grunted maybe a little angry because this was my damn room and she was the foreign element. What type of weirdness was she pulling now?
Veronica sighed. “I’m being sensible. I’ve wet the bed the last few nights. So have you. I’m just not so thick headed that I’m not going to do something about it.”
I couldn’t help turning around, she already had the thing taped up now. “Where did you find diapers anyway? I thought your room was my room and all that?”
“Well your mom got them for you and put them in the closet. You think she’s not going to notice seven days of sheet laundry? Geeze you don’t think this stuff through. Ever wonder where I get my girly clothes?”
I frowned. “No, not really. I’ve just thought about how to get rid of you.”
Veronica smiled. “I’ve wondered the same thing about you.”
Grumbling I turned and got into bed. Veronica said some lovey dovey good night stuff just to annoy me, and I flipped her the bird. Tomorrow I’m going to find a way to fix those damn closet doors.
“Try to keep your bed dry!” she laughed.
-to be continued…-
