On my window

I went outside to take a break from the projects I had been working on for Mia. Just then, I realised it was already late. My house was cosy and inviting, which made it hard for its occupants to tell when it was dark. That was perhaps the reason Mia visited me every time. My mom knew how close we were. She knew that I got lonely at times as an only child, so she wasn't against it even when it was too early for Mia to be at my house. My mom was, in fact, very welcoming. Mia was certain that she was kind to her because she wasn't aware of the mental health disorder Mia was suffering from. Mia made me promise not to tell anyone because it would change how people saw her and treated her. Mia and I became very close because we had a common interest. We ended up participating in the same competitions in school. We had contrasting personalities, and it was okay for someone who had Borderline Personality Disorder(BPD). She was a loner, mostly at school. Her mom had suggested she was homeschooled, but she refused because she was practically scared of leaving me. We weren't classmates, I was in year 13, and she was in year 11. I was able to help her with her difficult projects as her senior. We worked all day and didn't realise it was time to rest for the next day. I rushed into the room and told Mia to get her things and leave. "It's 8 pm already, you have to go now, we can continue tomorrow." I said while checking my phone. "Why are you just telling me we will definitely continue tomorrow." She hurriedly packed and said, "See you tomorrow. " Be safe," I shouted after she had left the room. I lay down and fell asleep immediately because I was exhausted. I was breathing heavily. Someone was chasing me, but I didn't know who it was. I tried to run but I couldn't. Suddenly, she overtook me. It was Mia. I woke up, but I was not terrified. I tried to reflect on the dream but I couldn't make out the meaning of the dream. I knew why I had the dream, and yes, it was true. I was scared of Mia. I loved Mia like a sibling I never had, but I knew how we became close friends. I was the one who wanted to be her friend. I found her behaviour strange so I made her feel safe with me so she could tell me her problem. I didn't expect such dependency on me. She went for therapy to manage her disorder. It didn't help her accept that she needed to form friendships out of love. Love should be its foundation. Nothing else should. She could be adamant and unyielding, I feared she wouldn't like the idea of making real friends. What I feared most is what she might do. I feared the unknown. I loved Mia, so I knew I should help her. Before I left for school the next day I decided to call her therapist. Luckily for me, I had her therapist contact number. I picked up my phone and dialled her contact number from the card Mia gave me, and she answered. I enquired about Mia's progress. The therapist was hesitant at first but then told her I was Mia's best friend. On hearing this, the therapist directed questions to me instead, "How stable can you say your relationship is?" I didn't know how to reply but then I had to reply. "It's pretty good but stressful situations can make our interactions uncertain. I mean, conversations become less accustomed." The therapist took some time before replying. "Thank you for sharing that. It seems to me that I will call you from time to time because you are the only person she mentions here." I simply said, "ok." She proceeded to say, "Olivia right?" I replied. She said, "ok" and hung up the call. One thing I was sure of was that Mia gave me the ick.