Short stories by a Teen Shadow

Promise

"Why?!"
I screamed possibly the millionth time now, only to hear my own voice echo through the biting winter air.

"Why?!"
I screamed again, hoping somehow she'd reply me through my echoing voice.

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks. Tears she couldn't notice. Tears she couldn't see.
I am not sad, No. I'm agitated. I'm angry. Its so ridiculous of me.
I know, but she has broken her promise. She has broken our promise.
I'm mad at her for doing that. So mad.

I still remember that day, the nice spring morning, two years back.
I was standing right here. She was next to me.

"Hannah," she said,
"where do you think you'll be after we graduate?"

"I'll be right here, with you." I said with a convincing smile.

She rolled her eyes at me.
"Don't you think its so weird that we've grown up and now we're in our freshmen year.
We just have two more years Hannah. Two years until the end of our freedom."

"How exactly will it be end of freedom?
You'll be you, I'll be me, we'll be both here. Doing things what we like. It'll be the beginning of our freedom."

"Maybe you're right. But people have their heads blown in high school. "

"That wont happen. Not to us at least."

Why did I think that...

"And who'll take the guarantee? " she asked.

"Well lets just hope that doesn't happen."

"And even if it does, you'll be the first one to get affected. " she said smirking.

"And who takes the guarantee? " I asked.

"I do! I do!" She said.

And we burst out laughing.

"Well, if that happens you'll be at my funeral. You'll tell people how great my company was and that I was such a great person."
"Promise?" I asked trying to keep a straight face.

"Promise." She said laughing.

Now two years have passed.
Two miserable years.
She was wrong. These years didn't mark the end of our freedom.
They marked the end of our promise.

They marked the end of her life.