I liked desert roses when I was a child, I still kind of do. Though that feeling slowly and slowly dissipated, petal after petal. Like my friendship with "him" and I. We were friends and he always supported me, maybe a bit possessive. We were a great trio, with Kevin, "him", and I. Emphasize on the "were". To sum it up quickly, our friendship was like a public restroom, slowly getting shittier and stinkier by the second. It kept going like that until Kevin spilled some dirt on me to "Him". Our friendship finally reached its final strand.
"You don't even fucking appreciate what I've done for you!" He took my collar and pushed me against the wall, his face grew redder and redder the longer he shouted at me.
I kept quiet, stunned at his statement. His words hurt, and yeah. I never really did appreciate some of the stuff he's done for me, but I couldn't say it out loud. Then I looked at Kevin, who betrayed my trust and pinned it on me. "He" let go of my collar and let me drop, slowly walking away before saying taking one last look at me then saying
"Don't ever show your face to me. Stupid bitch."
That one hurt.
I looked back at Kevin, he looked at me, then said "Bye."
Then they both left me there, while I was down on my knees, looking at my own two hands that caused this all.
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Our 999th Symphony
General FictionFrom his friend ratting him out, Erik lost his band, friend and their trust. As a way to cope and move forward from the situation, he moves to a new school, hoping to find new friends.
