You Deserve The World

More Than Anything

~Tara's POV~

As I hurry to the park, I start to question myself, why do I care about this so much? Well duh, she's my best friend! All friends care about each other more than anything right? It's storming really hard. Darcy's going to be soaked. So am I.

I don't really care about that to be honest. I just need to make sure my Darcy is ok. I'm running cautiously, along the footpath when I hear a very startling crack of thunder. I don't care. A slow down, as I don't want to slip, but walk at a very fast pace.

I reach the park, My feet think into the muddy grass, and stand in the middle of the field. I look around. She's not on our favourite swing set, she's not anywhere to be found. All I see is a small family, standing around a barbeque, cooking what looks like a delicious lunch.

I kind of forget what I'm actually here for and just stare at them for a moment.

That's when I link eyes with Darcy Olsson. He long blonde hair, really stands out against the 5 other brunnetes underneath the same shelter. She's sitting on one of the picnic benches underneath the cover. 'Darcy!' I yell, across the whole park. I start running towards her, mud splashing against my white socks. But I don't care, I'm running towards her. 

As I'm about to step foot into the shelter, Darcy looks at me, and starts to storm off.

'Darcy. Wait-'

She turns around to me with some attitude. 'What?' She replies back in a stern voice. Then before I can say anything in return, tears start streaming down her face.

'Oh Darcy,' I say, Reaching in for a hug. 'What's up?'

'My mum, s-she' She says trying to hold back more tears. 'She makes me h-hate myself... I'm starting to believe her, what if everyone really does hate me? I don't wanna feel like that anymore.'

I'm shocked by what she has just said. But she's so confident? 'B-but' I start to well up. 'Darcy, I don't hate you.' I say as a tear rolls down my face. I don't know how else to comfort her. 'C'mon, let's go back to my house and we can talk this through.'

'There's nothing to talk about!' She yells. I immediately break the hug. 'Let's just go.' She storms off, I'm walking very fast trying to catch up to her.

'I'll call my mum.'

I call my mum to pick us up, as we are about 15 minutes from home, and we don't want to walk through the vicious storm. So we wait. Awkwardly. In the rain.

My mum arrives shortly after, and we hop in the car without saying a word. My mum instantly sees Darcy's tear-stained face and questions what happened. 'Darc, I can't tell whether you are crying or just drenched from the rain. Are you ok?' 

'Both.' Darcy says, with no expression whatsoever.

I give my mum a stern look, suggesting, 'not now mum.' And I think she understood the message. Giving me a small nod in return.

The drive home was a very awkward, silent drive. And the moment we arrived home, the look on her face told me that there's clearly more to the story that Darcy won't tell me.

Darcy stormed upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom.

I don't know what to do.