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It had been a little over a year since Donnie had lost his best friend. He couldn't remember the last time he had had fun since his only companion had left him. Donnie was about nine now (eight and three quarters). He still had no friends and was the same little weird, dirty faced boy no one seemed to notice. If he were to vanish off of the planet right now, no would acknowledge his absence. Donnie would always wonder 'Why do I want to continue on like this?'. He didn't know what to do. He didn't have anyone. Donnie didn't even have a home.

About two years ago, Donnie lost both of his parents due to a freak car accident. He didn't have no relatives and was forced to be put into foster homes. Donnie was unhappy and he felt like he had no one to turn to. Observers of Donnie's health noticed him slowly become detached from the world. Donnie showed signs of depression and he began to develop a strong attachment to a imaginary friend. Experts decided to leave him in that state of mind until he was old enough to be dependent without his imaginary friend, meaning that Donnie would be prescribed to, as doctors called it, calm-down meds for the rest of him life.

Therefore, on Donnie's eighth birthday, Birdie, Donnie's only friend, began to slowly disappear.