Anti-Diamond

1: I love the way you see things.

     I fought, and fought, but it was only creating blood, oozing from my ankles and wrists. What is this? What have I done? I kept asking myself all these questions as I watched the world around me. It's like everything froze. Like the Earth stopped spinning. I only saw dark souls roaming the dull city streets. What the hell is going on? "Hello?!" I screamed out, not one of the souls looked up to me. "Can't you hear me?!" I screamed again, still only gaining silence. I struggled to break free of the cold metal holding me down. I let out a short scream, knowing I couldn't get out of whatever I was in. "Wake up." I heard a voice say. "Hello? Who was that?" I continued pulling and screaming as the world picked up pace and started spinning again. With each gaining second, the pace got faster and faster and I couldn't focus my eyes on anything. "Marina!" I heard a man yell. "Marina, wake up!"

     I shot up and noticed I wasn't in chains, I was in bed, looking up at my best friend. He sighed, and pulled me into a hug. "You didn't show up for work today, I got worried." He said, sitting on the end of my bed. "Alfie, I'm fine. I just slept in." I smiled, ruffling my cold hands through my tangled black hair. "Was it the same dream?" He asked. I nodded and sighed. I've had this dream continuously since my mother died. Alfie thinks it's trying to tell me something other than how fucked up this world is. "I'm staying with you today." He said, tracing his thumb on the back of my hand in small circles.

     "Go back to bed. I'll be downstairs." He smiled, waiting for me to lay down again. He started out of the room, "Wait, Alfie.." I spoke up, knowing I didn't want to be left alone. He smiled knowing why I stopped him. "C'mere." He said, laying down next to me. I laid my head on his chest, and zoned out, soon falling asleep again.

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     To much of my surprise, I didn't have the dream again. I never do when Alfie's around. I woke up around 4 am. Alfie was sound asleep, but I on the other hand was wide awake, and bored out of my mind. I walked down stairs into the kitchen and focused my eyes on a picture of my mother. We had the same out look on life. She told me the day she died, that cancer was like living by the devil's clock. I knew from that point on, my mother was the strongest person I knew, and cancer won't change that. I sat down at my dinning room table, and started to replay everything that's happened since she's been gone. I relived everything in my mind as if she was there the whole time.

     "What are you doing up so late?" Alfie's sleepy voice trailed behind me. "I miss my mom, Alfie." I said, setting my head in my hands. He knew he couldn't say anything to make me feel better, he knew that he had to let me be sad until I decided to feel better. "Let's watch a movie?" He questioned, holding his hand out for me to take. "Which movie?" I asked, laughing through my sobs. "Anything with Leonardo DiCaprio, of course." He said, motioning to his hand. I grabbed it and he led my into the living room. "What will it be? Titanic or The Great Gatsby?" He asked, holding the two options in front of me. I gave him a 'what do you think?' look as an answer. "Titanic it is then!" He knew me so well.

     Titanic is my favorite movie, reasons being obvious. It showed me how unfair life is. The most horrible people lived full lives, while the people with so much ahead of them, and so much light in their eyes had to die, but this movie also makes me smile. Love is a crazy, crazy thing. I'm not allowed to tell anyone, but Alfie cries at the end every time we watch this together.

     Hours have passed and the movie finally ended. "Feel better?" He asked, his eyes wandering my body. "Yeah. Thanks, Alfie." I said, pulling my knees to my chest. He didn't say a word, he didn't even make a sound for a solid 10 minutes. Neither did I, but that's unusual for him. "You okay?" I asked, looking him dead in the eyes. "What's it like being able to see the world so differently?"

     "It's scary." I said, starting to think about it. "I see us all as puppets, y'know? Like, we don't have a say in what happens to us.. It just sort of.. happens. I hate that I see it that way, it makes even the beauty of it seem ugly." I said, he nodded, understanding where I was coming from. "I love the way you see things." He said, playing with my fingers. "If you haven't realized it yet, you are the beauty in this world. I'm best friends with you for many reasons, Marina, and this happens to be one of them." I smiled and laid my head on his lap. He played with my hair until I started to get tired. "Goodnight.." I heard him whisper as he kissed my forehead.