The True Story of a Friendships Battle

The Last Memory

I remember the day it happened. The phone call, the arrivals at my home from friends, the funeral, everything.

It kind of sucks the amount of memory your mind can retain. I hate that I remember and I hate that I know it's true. I know it's in no way a joke and she's actually dead.

Anyway, I should begin. This is the part of the story where I'm suppose to tell you about the days leading up to this event. I guess that I will begin to explain then.

This death happened right before spring break was over. Two or three days left maybe. Heather and I, we hung out for the last time. This was the last time I'd see her for Spring break and forever. We met up at the center of where our lockers met. The hallway that laid behind a door. We opening the door, walked down the stairs, went outside the long way like we always did the day before break. We always said, "Have a good day" when we saw them in the morning. We said, "Good afternoon" on our way to lunch. We said "Have a great rest of the day" after school. We were the idols for sweet, polite students.

After we lest school we hung out at the local Dunkin' Donuts and then at our local Blimpie store. We laughed until at least 7:30p.m before I had to leave.

Every break I went to my shore house. Every break. Every. I wish it wasn't like that. I don't go anymore like I used to unless for the holidays. I can't stand in that house knowing that's the place I got the texts and Facebook inboxes. I can't go there knowing that's the place I was while my best friend was in the hospital. In anyway that place was no longer a home, yet pure hell.

That was the last day I saw my best friend. My best friend's last words to me were, "Have fun, bitch. I'll see you when you get back. She never saw me again.