My Playful Friend

This is ThatCatJizo’s proposal for this year's AASPT.   
I had never been a believer of the paranormal, no matter how religious my family was. I had always thought logically as a kid, even when my mother told me everything that her religious mind could think of. I’m still not even sure what kind of religion my family believes in. As far as I’m aware, my family’s religion isn’t exactly...common. It was created by my early ancestors or something like that. Of course, my parents had tried their hardest to convince me that there was a God and that I mustn’t break any of his rules, but I didn’t believe any of it.
Myths like, “If you sleep when a mirror is facing you, then it will steal your soul.”
or “If you have a near-death experience, then you will have contact with the spirit world.” had never made any sense to me. When I was 7 years old, I had a near-death experience where I almost suffocated by choking on absolutely nothing. Of course, my parents wanted to call over a psychic, but I managed to convince them not to. 
I had been living in a huge mansion when I was a kid along with the rest of my family. I had always wondered what was out there, being the curious little me I was back then. As much as I wanted to explore the world, my parents had always forbidden me to do so. Every day, my uncle had always come over and taught me all of the things I needed to know in life. I was only allowed out onto the courtyard to breathe in some fresh air, but I had to be 16 before my parents would let me leave, and I was only 13 at the time.
It didn’t take long before my parents caught me attempting to escape. After that happened, my parents had no longer tried to force their religion onto me. I understood their concern...and their beliefs. They didn’t want me to break any rules. They didn’t want to risk having their son getting punished by God for his wrongdoings. 
Not willing to give up their religion, they eventually decided to buy me a computer in hopes of fulfilling my wish without having me break a single rule. I wasn’t impressed at first, but I soon realized how much happier it made me... All these years of isolation from the rest of the world had driven me crazy, but now that I had a computer, I could explore the world through a screen and also meet new people! Of course, I would spend all night searching through the internet, and that was also the night where I found out about video games. One game that caught my eye was Minecraft.
After the game had finished installing in the morning, I would play on its servers all day. For once in my life, I felt joy. Although I prayed less frequently with my family and partook in fewer family events, at least I wasn't lonely. My father was glad to see me feel better, but my mother wasn’t too happy about it. She said that praying less could leave you vulnerable to evil spirits...or something along those lines. Of course, I never took any of it seriously. I wished I did.
One evening, I was playing Minecraft on a server when I met this girl named Clementine. At the time, I was still fairly new to the game, which made it hard for me to find somebody to play with. Clementine didn’t care about my lack of skill. She decided to spend all her time teaching me how to play the game. Soon enough, she sent me a friend request and asked me if I had time to play with her tomorrow. Without a second thought, I accepted her request and told her I had time tomorrow morning.
The next day was Saturday. The moment I woke up, I darted straight to my computer and turned it on. Surprisingly, the computer was already on. 
“I must have left it on last night.” I thought to myself.
I launched Minecraft and hopped into the server in which we said we would meet. When I joined, Clementine was already waiting for me. 
“About time!” she said jokingly in the chat. 
We chatted for a while and got to know each other a bit better. She told me that she was also 13 years old, and coincidentally, she also lived close to me! We had a wonderful time chatting and getting to know each other, but she grew bored sooner or later and asked me to join her in a game.
After playing with her for several hours, my mother entered my room and told me that lunch was ready. We almost won the game, so I didn’t want to abandon her. I told my mother that I would be there in a few minutes, and thankfully, she left the room. After we won the game, I told her that I had to go. She was not happy. The way she expressed her anger in the chat shocked me. She didn’t sound like the innocent little girl she claimed to be anymore. Her anger eventually transitioned into sadness. She started to say things like, “Don’t leave me...please.”
and “Nobody ever treated me the way you did!”I tried to reason with her, but all it did was make her sadder.
Before I could talk to her any longer, my mother walked in again with an impatient look on her face.“The whole family is waiting for you, hurry up! We don’t have all day,” she explained.With all the strength in my body, I wrote, “I gtg eat now. Sry Clem.” in the chat and left the game.I felt horrible.
As fast as I could, I finished eating. I immediately ran back upstairs into my room, hoping she was still waiting on the server, and surprisingly, she was still there!
With a smile on my face, I approached her, saying, “I’m back! Sry I left you. I had to eat downstairs.” in the chat.But the closer I got to her, the more faded my smile became. Her Minecraft skin was different. I never really paid too much attention to her skin, but I could see that it changed. Her hair seemed to be messier than it was before, and what caught my eye the most was that there weren’t any bracelets on her wrists. Instead, there were...red lines that seemed to resemble deep cuts.
“Oh good, you’re back,” she wrote in the chat.It was then when I realized that her neck was attached to the newly added chains - she was hanged. I also noticed that we were the only players on the whole server.She continued, “Don’t leave me again.”The message seemed so emotionless to me that I didn’t even know what to say or reply. I was seriously creeped out at the moment. “Clem, this isn’t funny. I TOLD YOU why I had to go. Can you at least give me time to live my normal life? I had to eat.” I wrote in the chat, hoping she would forgive me. “Don’t leave me again.” She said again, ignoring me.I was confused. Was this some kind of sick prank? Why would Clementine do this? But worst of all…what if this wasn’t a prank? All these questions streamed through my head, however this time, I couldn't find a logical explanation to any of them.
All of a sudden, my mother opened the door to my room and stared at me in disbelief.
"Get off the computer," she commanded, "you've already missed out on several family events this week. You mustn't miss another. Come on."
She even threatened to disable my internet connection for a few days if I didn’t obey right away. There was so much going on at the time that I didn’t even know how to react… All I could think of at the moment was Clementine. She kept talking about very personal topics and making me feel worse for leaving her. 
Clementine’s messages started to deviate. My mother grew more impatient with every second that went by. When I finally snapped out of it, it was already too late. My mother was no longer standing at the door. As a desperate attempt to keep our friendship, I quickly wrote in chat,
“Do you think I have control over when and how long I can play with you!? No, I DON’T. My stupid mother decides how long I'm allowed to play. Do you know what she's gonna do? She's gonna shut down my internet connection ANY FUCKING MINUTE NOW. I would play with you all day if it weren’t for her, don't you understand!?”
Then, unsurprisingly, I was kicked out of the server. When I clicked continue, I was weirded out to see that I still had a connection to all my servers. After successfully joining the server I was kicked out of, it was clear to me that I still had an internet connection. Everything was back to normal - confused players started to join the server, completely unaware of what had happened. It didn't take long before Clementine joined too. She approached me with her normal, old skin, and stood in front of me like she was typing something in chat. More convinced that it was all just a prank taken too far, I eagerly waited for Clementine to finish typing. Before I could see what she typed in chat, I turned my attention to my door after hearing a knock. It was my father.
He stumbled into my room, seemingly horrified of...something. Just looking at his face told me there was something wrong. He didn't seem to be mad at me or anything. He seemed traumatized, if not a little heartbroken. He slowly approached me and fell on his knees. He looked at me in shock as I felt his cold, trembling hand grab my shoulder.
"Your mother...h-hanged herself," he whispered as a tear flowed down his cheek.
<CLEMENT1NE_> Don't worry; she won't bother you. Not anymore! ;)
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