Just One Favour

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She walks into my room. I give her a big hug.
"Thank you", I whisper in her ear. She smiles, I can still see that she is hiding the pain she is feeling inside.

We head into the kitchen and say goodbye to everyone. I go outside and bring my car closer to the door, so Annie doesn't have to walk that far.

I toot the horn and she comes out. She gets in the passenger seat and doesn't say a word. She is holding a piece of paper tightly in her hand.

I pull out of my driveway and start to drive off. I pull out a cigarette and light it.

"Want one?", I ask Annie.
She just shakes her head.

We continue driving on this silent drive. We are about 10 minutes away from my friends house when I decide to talk.

"Annie, w-why did you cut yourself", she looks at me with tears in her eyes.
"Why are you depressed, why do you feel this way Annie?", I ask her.

She looks straight ahead.

"Please pull into Moon Lake mountain", she demands.
"Why?", I ask.
"Just do it", she replies.

I pull into the Moon Lake entrance and take the road that leads up to the top of the mountain.

I park my car and sit in it, Annie still staring out the window.

"What now?", I ask.
"Can we go and sit on that bench over there?", she asks.
I nod and get out of the car.

I have no idea why we are here and what she wants to do. I can tell that she is very nervous and she is shaking.

We sit down on the bench, a little gap separating us. She is shaking.

"Annie why are we here?", i ask. She takes a deep breathe and gulps.
"Brennan, because I-I-", she stumbles and can't finish her sentence.
"You what?", i ask.
"Just read this", her firm first lets go of the paper she has been holding the whole car trip. She places it in my hands. Her hands trembling as she puts it down. She walks away, to the each of the mountain and looks at the lake below.

The reason this is called Moon Lake, is because the moon reflects off the lake and shines on this very spot on the mountain.

I grab my phone out to shine on the letter, as the sun is setting. I look over at Annie one last time, and she is sitting on the edge of the mountain, throwing stones into the lake.

I take a deep breathe and open the letter. I don't know why I'm so nervous to read it.

Dear Brennan,

I am writing this in maths class, while you are sitting next to me and I'm hoping you don't ask what I'm doing.

That's what she was writing!

I don't even know how to start this. I'm literally shaking. But I've decided to write you a note. About how I'm feeling. Each night i will add a bit. Here goes nothing.

I remember when we first met. I came around to play with Katie when we were 8 years old. You were 9. You were that older brother that loved to tease your younger sister. You would harass us, but Katie and I would just laugh it off. You would always talk to me when we were younger!

I started coming round to be with Katie more often, and every time I came around, you would talk to me less and less. I had no idea what I was doing wrong, but I didn't care, I was 10!

You would continue to hang out with Caleb, he was the goody two shoes, and you were the one smoking all the time, at 11 years old. Then things went bad that year.
October first came around, and Caleb passed away at 7.08pm. I'm crying just writing this. You were so kind to me that night and the day afterwards, I actually thought that we would go back to being friends like we were two years ago. But I was wrong. Two days later, you went back to smoking, drinking and stealing. Every time I came around to Katie's house, you would call me a bitch. All the time. I never did anything wrong. And it always hurt me inside.