TW: mention of death, toxic friend, mention of anxiety, something that would be seen as self-harm, drugs, alchohol, touching without consent (not rape dw), anxiety attack, violence, swearing
"Crystal, what are you doing here?" I ask my best friend while she's walking into my apartment.
I usually don't like it when people come here. In fact, Crystal is the only one who has set foot in my apartment, besides me and Luna.
"We are going to a party," she sing-songs to me.
She walks into my room and scoffs at my cat, who's lying curled up in a ball on my bed. "Why do you still own that thing?" She huffs at me, scrunching her nose.
"Because she gives me comfort, and helps me at hard times," I murmur at her, annoyed that she still thinks she gets to decide whether I should have a pet or not.
I found Luna in an abandoned alleyway a year ago. She was just a little kitten and I couldn't bare to leave her when I had heard her desperate cries for help. So I took her in and I immediately fell in love with her.
She is my best friend. She always knows when something is wrong, and she always makes me feel better. I tell her everything about my past, present, and future. She is the only thing I trust completely, besides my grandma.
I trusted my grandma with my whole heart, but I've never told her what happened at home. I think she knows though, which was one reason I would spend all summer at her small house in East Beach in California.
She had this little shop where you could buy sunscreen, sunglasses, bathing suits, etc. My favorite thing to do there though was planting violets in her small garden.
They were her absolute favorite flowers and she always called me "her little violet". She never told me why, but I liked it. When I was born she also demanded that Violet should be my middle name, which my parents luckily agreed to.
She was a very wise person, and I was devastated when she passed. I wouldn't be able to have my 11 weeks of freedom anymore.
"Earth to Ophelia," I hear Crystal say and I quickly snap out of my thoughts.
"What were you saying?" I ask her, knowing I didn't hear a single word she would've said.
"Wear this," she tells me while placing some purple fabric in my hands.
"What is it?"
"A dress, you'll have to wear something pretty at the party, and not...that," she answered while pointing my outfit out.
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