How We Helped Each Other In a Time of Need

Chapter 2 of 3

Even though we were a lot alike, we still had our differences. Korra is more preppy than me, and also more popular and well liked. I have to admit I was getting sick of living in her shadow. But, one weekend I got my money for babysitting, and decided to change my wardrobe. I completely changed my style. Going to school with my new wardrobe, I was nervous because what would people think? Well it turned out that everybody liked my change, well almost everybody. Korra thought I changed to be more like her, which is crazy because I would never dress how she does. Leggings, boots, and southern girl shirts, never would I wear outfits like that. There is nothing wrong with it, just not me. She was jealous, not of me but because she wasn't the center of attention anymore. We were both jealous of each other, and we had issues.

One day, it just became too much for me. I was told by a close friend some things Korra had said about me, the things she said hurt so bad I immediately had tears rolling down my face. I ran into the bathroom, because I hate people seeing me cry. The tears kept coming, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back fearing someone would hear. My face felt like it was on fire and my stomach felt like I'd been stabbed over and over, I buried my face into my knees with my back against the wall, and cried just like the crybaby she said I was. It hurt so bad, everything. When I finally came out and was done crying, I didn't speak the rest of the day. No matter who said what to me I was just silent, fearing if I spoke I wouldn't be able to stop the tears again. It hurt, I felt sick to my stomach. I felt stupid. How could I have trusted her? Why did she say those things? What do I do? So many feelings and questions, the only way to stop thinking about this was sleep. As soon as I got home I slept for hours, yet when I woke up nothing had changed. Reality is reality.

Once a few days past, and I ignored everybody who popped up in my inbox, I was past tears and sadness. She betrayed me, she's fake. She lied to me, and said terrible things about me. All these things running through my head, I was a total mess. A wreck, two pounds of crazy in a one pound package and nobody wanted to clean this mess up. Honestly at the time I was so hurt because I trusted her, I loved her like the sister I never had, we knew everything about each other. She knew everything about me, she could ruin my life if she wanted. Does she really hate me that much? Right from the beginning I told her I had trust issues and I was sensitive, she said she would never break my trust or hurt me. That obviously wasn't true, and she was fake.