Oh, Marcel!

Let Me Get This Straight

~Marcel~

"There is still something that is haunting me Marcel." Ember says as her faces sobers.

"W-what?" I say getting nervous.

She's afraid to be seen with me. I'll have to keep our friendship a secret, but then again who would I tell, my turtle?

"I, well, I lied to you a little bit about the whole suicide thing. Like the reason why I did it." Ember says and brings her hands together on her lap. "You see when I was in fifth grade I had this best friend and her name was Amelia. Well she was mean and bossy. It was her way or no way. But I had to be friends with her because our parents were friends."

"As we grew older we started to drift apart and I found other friends, but she didn't. Sure she had a few people, but there was no one that she could boss around. No one like me. So she tried to tear me from my new friends, but when it didn't work she got mad and turned against me." Her eyes filled up with tears and she wiped at them. I watched her take a deep breath and continue on.

"She ganged up on me with her other friends who she now controlled. They told my new friends lies. She fed them so many lies!" Ember but her head in her hands, her body shaking with sobs. I placed my hand on her back and rubbed in slow circles.

The new Marcel had taken over again. The old one would have scooted away and left her to her crying, but he was slowly fading away.

She picked her head back up.

"The worst part was that my friends believed her and they turned against me. Calling me names, slut and cunt were just two of the millions the had made up for me. Then they would take my things and hide them. This was when we were juniors. Juniors, Marcel! 16 and 17 year olds acting like 6 year old children!"

"I just couldn't take it and that's why I did what I did and that's why I'm here now." She finishes and looks up at me her eyes red from crying.

"I'm glad you told me the truth." I say quietly.

Really Marcel? That's all you can say?

"Please don't tell anyone." She says her voice dropping.

"I would never. From this moment on, we tell each other everything. Okay?" I say, my courage growing.

"Marcel, that's what best friends do." She says smiling through the pain.

We both make the move to hug each other and we hold each other tight.

For the first time in my pathetic life, I feel alive, wanted, and loved.