In the literal sense of the word, a bodyguard is a protector of a body. Right? I protected the body of the system for many years when she didn't know how to protect herself. I took the abuse because I knew I could. She couldn't.
There are times, when she feels threatened, that I have to protect her now. Maybe I'm out of line. Maybe she don't really need me no more, but I'm not leaving until she says.
And that's all I've got to say about that.
The real story, from the past...
A long time ago, I woke up in a crib. The curtains were billowing above me, the cartoon animals printed on them were scaring someone. I wasn't scared of them. I thought they were funny. But the little girl beside me was terrified.
That's my first real memory, of waking up beside her. She was crying hysterically, yet -- except for me -- she was all alone. That was the beginning of a long and sometimes horrible/sometimes wonderful partership between us.
I would come to realize, in time, that she was what would be seen as the "real" person -- I was the imaginary friend. And I wasn't the only one.
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