The next day, people gathered in Azalya's hospital room by the dozens. They all wanted a picture of the brown-eyed baby. I tried to convince the people that she was just fakely brown-eyed, but they said I was crazy, and told me there was not a drop of green, or any other color, in her eyes. And I guess that's fair for them to say, because the next day, I was diagnosed with insanity. Which I kind of figured out already.
This continued for years. When Azalya was 3, and I was 7, we were already closer friends than anyone you can ever imagine. Which is why I wanted the best for her. And everyday, I asked, "Please, Azalya! Just TRY and be sad...For me." "NO, Sandrie! Happy!" She would always scream. "Azalya. Please. Just try it." I begged. "Sandrie, HAPPY!!!" "Azalya..." I said through gritted teeth. "Whatever, Sandrie." Was her answer. She then screamed out, "Guys! I'm Azalya Firebush, the girl with the weird eyes! Take my picture!" "Hey! It's the brown-eyed girl! Take her picture!" Yelled a man. "Guess what?! I'm never sad! I'm always happy!" She cried. Oh no... "Sandrie is sad, but I never am!" She screamed. I heard murmers of, "She's always happy?" "She's never sad?" "No depression?" I knew I had to step in.
"Azalya? What are you talking about? You were complaining about being sad for no reason yesterday..." I lied loud enough for them to hear. The crowd looked doubtful, and it didn't make it better when she cried, "No, Sandrie! I never cwy! I'm always happy! I'm not sad, like you." I sighed. She blew it. I then heard something about crying, cups & Azalya's doom.
The next day, as I was baby-sitting Azalya, a man knocked on the door. He asked her to drink something. He said it tasted like candy. Being the immature 7 year old I was, I asked for some, and he looked at my hand, laughed, and said, "Oh, no, you're FAR too weak for this. This is for Azalya."
Too weak? How'd he know..? Anyway. She drank it, and about 30 seconds later, started crying. For the first time. It looked so different. He, however, was smiling wider than I'd ever seen...And suddenly, I began to feel hapier, too. I knew I shouldn't. But I did.
"IT WORKS!" He screamed. "You're, uh, going to be drinking this everyday now, k? Yeah? Alright. Bye." He then left, leaving her screaming, "IT DOESN'T TASTE LIKE CANDY! WHY AM I SAD, SANDRIE?" I then realized what had happened.
"You've been used." I honestly told her. "But you do have brown eyes. They might help....Although it's possible they'll make things way worse. But I don't think so."
Azalya looked at me like I was speaking in Greek. She had NO IDEA what I just said.
And Honestly, Neither Did I.
Tbc.
