~When she loses what feels like everything, her imaginary friend (preferably a male character) returns and takes her to the Land of the Imaginary where dwell others who also come to life.~<br/><br/><strong>Jude sat on her bed, legs clasped close up to her chest by her arms, chin resting upon her knees as she stared seemingly blankly at the wall of her bedroom. It was a silent winter night, but the sirens were still screaming in her head, blaring in her eyes, red and blue. She shut them tightly, biding her face in her arms, trying to make it go away, but it wouldn't. Her sister, her best friend, was gone, and it was all her fault. It'd been two weeks, and yet she still couldn't quite get a grasp on it. The way the light had turned from a red hand to a green person, the sudden screeching of tires, the blackness, the sirens and lights, and then the bright whiteness of the hospital room. Jude's  right arm was still wrapped up in a red cast covered in drawings and get well soons. <br/><br/>She shuddered as she lifted her head up from her arms and reached to turn on her lamp, getting reminded that the recent snow storm had knocked out the power. Sighing, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, letting her bare feet hit the cold wooden floor. Her white night gown trailed to her ankles, ending in a lace edging. Most seventeen year olds wouldn't be caught dead wearing it, but she liked old fashioned things. Jude dragged the comforter off her bed, wrapped it around herself and made her way out of her bedroom and into the quiet, dark hallway. <br/><br/>Down the stairs and into the living room where the woodstove was crackling merrily. Her feet led her to the couch where she curled up in front of the stove, the light and popping of coals drowning out her nightmarish thoughts that always came with the dark and silence. She snuggled up deep into her blanket and sighed.   </strong>