{short story}

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by that_one_ship_

by that_one_ship_

• Hey its me, today I couldn't do much for you, could I?

   I attempted to make you understand the feelings I locked up for you. But, no matter how diligently I tried, you didn't seem to comprehend a word I said. That's why I tried
Harder,
   And
Harder
   Each day.

Indeed, you didn't know anything about it, so you turned away from me, away from our friendship.
We had been best friends our whole lives up until today.

Now its like I'm in hell and your in heaven. Separated from each other for all eternity. So, I started crying my bloody tears for you, but all you did was call me, "pathetic". At that, I couldn't stop, my tears flowed like a river. However, I noticed an odd odor coming from your room. With this in mind, I remembered yesterday, how you wouldn't catch my trust. I kept throwing it at you like a ball, but you refused to catch it.

I thought about breaking your door down, but I recalled you telling me to, "fuck off." So, I waited patiently by your door, hoping you'd open it. But, as the days passed you never did. And the odor just got even more unbearable. It smelt like rotten flesh. Wait.....rotten flesh?

Closing my thoughts, I sucked in a breath and braced my hand on the doorknob. I twisted it open to find the oxygen cut off from my lungs. Cold fingers traced my spine as I shook so hard it hurt. I could not believe what I was seeing. So much so that I ripped my eyes out. That way, I didn't have to see you. Fear cut through me like a knife and the pain shot up and down my body.

It was like nothing I've ever felt before. The sensation was cruel and unforgiving. My regrets punched me over and over again. Defeated and beaten, I layed in your blood, crying my bloody tears. Not able to see, I reached out and held your hand. It was cold and wet with blood, but I didn't care. It gave me comfort.

• I'm sorry I never got to go to your funeral.

I died of blood loss. My parents found us in your room covered in blood. But, the thing that hurts the most is that I didn't know you were drowning..I tried so hard...to help you...but...you didn't want my help...you didn't want me...And now I'm in hell with all my demons and your in heaven with all your angels

They keep asking me,

"Where do you want to be?"

My answer never changes.
"With my friend", I tell them. All they do is look strangely at me and ask, "what's her name?" "Her name is Belle", my voice crumbles at my own words. They stare at me blankly, "then what's your name?" My name...."its Anna", I say uncertain. "Annabelle", is what one of them say and suddenly it all comes back to me.

I'm not dead and neither is Belle.

A shock of horror hits me as I wake up in my bed. My name is Annabelle.