I know this isn't the best written piece of literature, but it was originally meant as something private as a way to let out my feelings at the time. It was never really meant to be shared, but I figured since we could use some stories and such to get things started, I would post it anyway. I hope you enjoy.
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All she had ever really wanted was for someone to understand her. She had lived so much of her life alone with no one to rely on. All she wanted was a friend; someone to talk to who would understand and comfort her in a time of need...a time like now.
A warm tear slipped gently down her silken cheek to the pillow she clutched below. Time was meaningless here in the safety of her room. There was no one to hurt her, no one to save her. She was alone. Lost in a timeless place in her mind.
She clutched her pillow even closer to her. It was all she had left now, but it was better that way. It didn't judge her or try to hurt her. It was just there to hold and give her comfort, unlike the other's she had put her trust in.
"You're just wasting your life. You're never going to make it past college. You probably wont even make it in. Do you know how hard I've been studying? And what have you done? Nothing. You think it's going to be so simple. That just proves how little you know. You'll never succeed."
The words from her "best friend" had felt like an icy dagger being plunged into her soul and ripping out all the self confidence she had slowly built up over the past few months. What kind of friend would say such hurtful things?
She had already felt like a failure all her life. She had been told as much by her father. He always told her that she would never even graduate highschool because she was too stupid, but somehow it was easier to take from him. He had always been like that. It was expected from him. Her friend was different. Her friend had raised her self-esteem, believed in her and most of all, made her believe in herself. Now she had torn it all down, leaving her even more defenseless than she had been to begin with.
This new side of her friend was so foreign, yet quickly becoming common. Her quirky yet fun nature had become a criticizing ego. Support and encouragement had so quickly turned to criticism and self-righteous.
" My I.Q. score was higher than yours. You know what that means, don't you? It means I'm smarter than you. I guess I already knew that though. I mean, it's pretty obvious isn't it?"
How dare she say those things! How dare she treat a friend that way!
She lifted her head from her pillow, her eyes slowly drying and her breathing returning to a steady pace. For too long she had lived feeling inferior. She would not let anyone else hold her down!
She gazed down at her left leg and hesitantly rolled up her pant leg revealing a green and yellow friendship anklet. She had worn it for almost a year now as a testament to her friendship and how much they had meant to her. Now it seemed to grow heavier with each passing day. It sat heavily on her heart making it difficult to breath. It was a lie. It represented a farce of a friendship and nothing more.
"What are you doing here? You're not even suppose to be here, and it's not like anyone really wants you here anyway. You should have just stayed home."
This pretense had gone on long enough. She began pulling on the small braided stands trying to break them off. Harder and harder she pulled as it dug deeper into her skin. She began to scratch and tear away at it. If only she could weaken it a bit, surely the fibrous shackle would snap right off.
She cried out in frustration as she jerked it one last time. The deafening crack of her friendship seemed to echo in her ears as she let the remnant of the anklet fall to the floor.
She was free. She signed in relief as the weight pressed so hard against her chest was finally lifted. The pretense was over. The lie that everything was fine was no more.
She shut her eyes and let her head fall back. A smile began to creep onto her lips, and the dark cloud that hung over her slowly dissipated. One last tear ran down her face as she promised she would be strong. She could get by on her own, and perhaps for the first time she realized the truth; everything would be alright.
The Creative Writing Guild
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