Recovered

Chapter 3

Thalia

They say I'm a traitor. Maybe I am. Yeah, I didn't betray the group, but I did worse, I betrayed a friend. All I know is that I did what I had to do. So, it was probably wrong to leave Katrina. But that life was hard, and I had a choice. I didn't have to live like that. I had a family willing to take me in. All I had to do was leave.

It was my mom who came and found me.

"It's your choice," she shrugged, "You can continue with your worthless life, or you can become someone who matters."

So I left. I knew Katrina would understand, and she would have wanted me to leave. After I left Katrina left too. I don't even know if she's alive.

She followed me one day; I didn't even realize. My "street friends" were asking me about her.

"What's she like?" Matt asked.

"Oh, she's the worst," I remember saying.

Then I spotted her out of the corner of my eye. She turned and walked into the rain, without even looking back. That was the last time anyone had ever saw her.

It was part of the deal that I had made with my parents. I had to at least act like we weren't friends. Sometimes I had to do this. She would understand. I thought she knew what was going on. I thought she knew I would NEVER leave her. We were going to be friends for the rest of life, and even after.

I'm really sad she left. But I am kind of relived too. She hated this place. And for many good reasons. I could never have ever had a better friend, and I probably will never have a friend like her again.

Tears streamed down my face, as I lied staringup at the ceiling.

"It's been a long day

Without you, my friend,

And I'll tell you all about it

   When I see you again."