Short Stories and other various things

When Losing Your Other Half

"I never really liked you." The blonde girl glares down at me, with eyes full of hatred, my heart shatters. "You mean nothing to me, don't you get it?"

I can feel a tear fall down my cheek as I attempt to pick up my fallen papers from the floor, averting my eyes from her face. The face I once loved, my best friend.

"You think I actually liked you?" I can hear her light bubbly laugh float down to my drumming ears.

More tears flood from my eyes, a life shattering strike of pain erupts in the pit of my stomach. Everything I thought I knew, seems to fall out of place, replaced with a burning ache. I can feel my face burn up as the blood surfaces and makes my face red and puffy.

"You stupid ugly bitch." She calls down to me, a deafening pierce of hatred strikes her tone. "Remember when we used to talk about our future? I'd laugh and say I'd spoil your kids cause I don't want kids of my own? That I'd be like an aunty to your kids? Ya, well, that was all fake. I hate you."

I broken sob leaves my throat, I cover my mouth with my hand, my whole body freezes. Every inch of my body feels ridged, as though I'm frozen in time, I can hear her laugh and walk away but I can't comprehend it. My whole being feeling broken and battered. Like I've been beat up. Like I'm nothing but a bag of bones and bruises.

The heart breaking pain in my chest buzzing and burning, like a wildfire set loose in my heart. My breathing jumps around erratically, hiccuping and sobbing.

Slowly, after a few minutes of silently dying from the inside, I manage to contain myself. Sliding a barrier between me and my feelings, I pick me and my papers up off the classroom floor. A loud bell erupts around me, its time to head to class, I'm late.

Stuffing my papers into my navi blue binder, I wipe the tears from my face and take a few shaky breaths. Quickly checking my makeup on my phone camera and grabbing my binder, I leave the room. Plastering a fake smile on my face, I head to class. Nobody needs to go down the emotional rollercoaster with me.

Days later, I haven't seen my dear best friend. She seems to just not be showing up for school, which is odd, her mom works for the school, so you would think she'd show up. Honestly, I've been getting worried. I know I shouldn't, its stupid. Why care for someone after they've done something like this to you? Its idiotic.

Although, my heart knows no boundaries. I've cried myself to sleep every night since that day but no bigie, I'll get over it one day.

Sitting in the uncomfortable classroom chair, I glance around the room at the people I've grown up with. Most are assholes, no doubt about it but some never used to be. I see why now, the cruelties of the world change you.

I can still feel a dull ache in my chest when I think of her. Its like I'm a different person at school though. I'm just....."happy" here, I don't know how I manage to do it, but I know when I'm alone for too long, I cry. I've been talking to my parents more often now just so I can stay "happy" a little bit longer. Loosing my normal habits of isolation, is weird.

I haven't told any of my other friends about what happened, I don't want to trouble them.

Slowly bringing myself out of my thought process, I turn my attention back to the blabbing teacher in front of me. Her wrinkly face shiny and slightly pink in the light of the fluorescent school lights. A black cardigan hangs from her shoulders and a blue frilly shirt peeks from below it.

Later in the lunch room, my phone begins to go off in my pocket. Hesitantly I peek it out of my pocket only to find my ex-bestfriend's name sprawled across the screen. Along with a stupid picture of her with a stupid horse head mask on her head behind her name.

"Hey, Kate, I gotta go call back my mom. Mind watching my food while I'm gone? Guard it with your life!" I stand from the sticky Cafeteria chair and give a pretty brunette to my left "the look".

"Ok!" She laughs and steals a fry off my paper plate.

"What the ff-" A teacher cuts me off with a stern look and clears his throat. My friends laugh as I turn and walk out the lunch room door and into the abandoned hall.

Walking a bit down the hallway, I wait till I find a more secluded area and pull out my phone.

Punching her name into my contacts and pressing the call button, I wait as it rings.

"H....Hello?" A weak voice calls from the other end.

"What do you want?" My tone a lot meaner than I intended.

Theres a silence before the muffled voice answers me.

"I messed up." The voice calls out quieter.

"What?" I keep my tone flat this time.

"I...I'm just really stressed....with family problems.....I......I miss you." I can hear the tears in her voice.

I let the silence envelope me, my voice feeling as though it just wouldn't work no matter how hard I tried.

"Haley?" She whimpers on the other end.

"Why did you say it?" I mumble.

"I ....don't know." She lets out a soft sigh. "But its ok now, I'm going to end it."

"What are you talking about?" I let a little bit of worry enter my voice.

I can hear a click in the background on her end.

"You don't have to worry about me anymore." I can hear her begin to sob. "I'm just going to end it all."

"No." My voice comes out small and broken, my hands begin to shake vigorously. The line goes quiet, she hung up.

My phone falls from my hand and I stand frozen in place. After a second, I shake myself back into reality and pick up my phone. I have to stop her.

Stuffing my phone into my pocket, I run to the front doors of the school. A few people try to stop me but I ignore them all, I have no time to "slow down".

Running faster, I bolt through the heavy metal doors and book it down the old cement sidewalks. My whole body feeling numb and powerful, pumped with adrenaline. Soon, before I know it. I'm at her front door, pounding on it.

Nobody comes to the door, frustrated, I run to the back door. Pushing it open with a satisfying creak, I bolt through the clean, well kept house and up the stairs. Stopping just in front of my bestfriend's bedroom door, I hear a sob from the other side. Slowly sliding it open, I find her holding a heavy looking shining metal gun to her head.

Without a word, I smack it from her hands. She looks up at me, shock covers her face.

"What......what are you doing?" She sobs as she searches my face.

"Not letting go." And with those words, I hug her, letting out all the burning pain from deep inside, I sob on her shoulder.

The end.