Painkiller [ON HOLD]

Intro

Samantha was quiet, but her silence had a beauty to it that few could see. She didn't like interacting with people. If she absolutely had to, it was briefly made up of a shy smile, shaky hands, and a stuttering tone that showed her desperation to flee. The unpleasantness of social interaction caused her to distance herself further away from others. Even her seclusion never seemed to give her comfort.

I grew up with her. Our family's were close and did many things together as if we were all one big family. I think that helped strengthen our bond as we grew older. We became best friends. When our family's spoke of us, they never failed to mentioned how "inseparable" we were. She and I did almost everything together, and at times I felt that I was the only person she trusted.

As the years went by, I watched her slowly be destroyed by herself. I never judged her, never hated her, none of that ever crossed my mind. I always thought of myself as her painkiller, because I made the pain go away.

For years, I was forced to watch her suffer silently because I couldn't abandon her. She was my best friend, how could I just leave her like that? It hurt me knowing that I was the only one that saw it. I could see her pain, and I was always there. Every anxiety attack, every cut, overdose, noose. Any attempt she made, I was there to stop her. I was the one who brought her to the hospital. Every mark she made, I helped her bandage, physically and mentally. Every time she cried, I was there to hold her. To comfort her. To... protect her...

But it never did any good...