Little Bits of Horror

The Blackest Memories

My best friend was a guy. Had been for the longest time. We’d known each other since we were little, and no one knew me better than he did. So, we go through elementary school, we pass, we joke, we make fun. It was all a good time. I remember enjoying it very much. It was all very childish, but at the same time, it was nice. We had inside jokes and there were people we couldn’t stand. We were children. It was understandable.

As we got older, we became more aware of one another. I trusted him more than anyone, and I knew every girl he ever had a crush on. When we got into middle school, we knew things were changing. I had changed shoe size, and he was taller than most people I knew. We were still close, that was never going to change. But we had other friends. He was hanging out with ‘the guys’ more, and I was involving myself in more writing competitions. We were becoming strangers.

I was okay with that, for a little while, at least. I called him when I needed him, and he called me when he needed me. We were the other’s rock.

High school. The mundane name for ‘Hell on Earth’. It was a place of horror and evil, and I couldn’t stand it. I never wanted to go to school, and I never wanted to participate. It was a given, since my personality was so horrid. That’s what people told me, anyway. I didn’t belong, and he stopped calling a month ago. I didn’t have anyone to talk to. My friends were all pretty social, and I had a problem with big groups of people.

So when he came to my house, I was surprised.

“You stopped calling.” was the first thing I said.

“You stopped calling first.” was the reply.

“I had nothing to talk about.” I said.

“Well, neither did I.” he said.

“I guess you can come in, then.” I smiled.

He just smiled and walked in.

My house was small, and it was only big enough for my mom and I. So, whenever he came over, we had to make room.

“Come with me.” he simply grabbed my hand and took me to the back yard.

He pulled out his iPod from his pocket, and began to play our favorite song. We had been playing this song for one another since we were little.

He grabbed my other hand, put it on his shoulder and began to dance with me. I hadn’t realized how good of a dancer he was until he began to spin me around and do some moves from the Tango.

That’s when I tripped.

He fell on top of me when I tripped and we both fell on the ground. I hit my head pretty hard. It hurt, and I was in evident pain.

That’s when everything went black.