Short Stories

Toxic Friends

I first met Death when I went to my great grandfather's funeral when I was 8. Death was kind and told me to not worry, I was young and far away from becoming friends with Death and my great grandpa was finally happy now. Death seemed inevitable but comforting, but I didn't realize that back then. My second confrontation with Death was at my cousin's funeral when I was 11. I cried because she was only 16 and I was older and understood Death more. Death still greeted me with a warm personality but I only saw Him as cruel. He tried to explain to me that she was sick and suffering but that didn't stop me from being upset. Death finally went away for awhile.
Then I met Sadness when I was 13. Sadness wasn't comforting at all but I could always count on her to be around. Even the good moments didn't seem worth going through at all. But on the outlier of days, Happiness came to visit while Sadness stayed in bed.
On the worst days, Death came back. He conversed with Sadness like they were good friends and have been together for eternity. Death was comforting and seemed like a way to get away from Sadness and Life. Death and Life were enemies as you would suspect but they came hand and hand just like him and Sadness. On the days Sadness took over and Life was being horrible, I wanted Death to take me away to his wonderful home. I saw Death differently from the first two times we met. Death was a friend I would gladly accept. But Happiness came every once and awhile, enough for me to push Death aside for awhile. Don't get me wrong, I still thought of ways to stay with him forever but I never did any of them to an extent of an eternity of friendship with him. Death was a friend that got closer day by day, attempt by attempt. Soon Sadness was permanent and Death was becoming too close to being permanent. Death dictated my thoughts and soon became controlling. I still found Him comforting though. He was the exit I longed for. Him and Sadness became awfully good friends and I couldn't have Sadness around without Death anymore. Happiness seemed to have abandoned me. Sadness was a friend I did not want but when she was here Death was the friend I longed for. Death was my friend and I was so close to accepting him as my best friend. He lied when he said I was far away from becoming his friend when I first met him. But only Sadness and myself could dictate that. It wasn't Death's fault. I wanted Happiness to come over more often but that wasn't happening. Death had yet to cease to comfort me. But now, I have decided to accept him as an old friend when the time comes but not force it. You shouldn't force an infinite friendship with Death. I've also decide to stop inviting Sadness over. She is a toxic friend that I still encounter but not as often. I've learned that I need to urge Happiness to come over and I hope we can become best friends. Unlike Sadness, Death isn't a toxic friend and sometimes under certain circumstances, it is good to accept him as a best friend. But my circumstances were not the right ones. My great grandpa's and  cousin's circumstances were the right ones to accept Death when it came obvious that Life was leaving them for good. Life still wants me around so I've decided to accept her instead of Death. 
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I wrote this late last night after thinking of the first line. This story isn't that much about me but sort of. Sorry for any mistakes.