I felt awful.
I was so cruel.
I never was the "nice person"
I was rocking with my best friend after school listening our jam.
Girl hobbled towards us and sat behind us.
I never noticed her tear. Despair. Worry. Sadness. Her pale face.
Me and my friend were having fun, looking at each other, laughing.
I looked back and noticed her shaking back. I thought to myself. Is she crying
I quickly turned around, grabbed my phone, opened memo app and wrote, "Someone behind us is crying maybe". My friend glanced behind me and saw the girl. She silenced.
Different girl ran toward us. Patting the pale girl she gave her a water.
I don't know what happened to the girl nor I care.
That made me awful.
Other girl took her and walked away.
What I saw next made me pale myself.
Girl collapsed. Collapsed in front of me.
Everyone ran towards her to check if she was alright. Everyone patted her back.
I did nothing.
Literally nothing.
I looked at the scene with empty eyes.
What was I thinking?
I need to do more than just exist and look at things.
YOU ARE READING
Staring at the water
Kurzgeschichten"Most of what makes a book 'good' is that we are reading it at the right moment for us" By Alain de Botton. A very short stories about reality: Heartbroken Sad Bully Cruel Love Friendship and Horror
