I was sitting in my last class of the day, English, and I started wondering. What's wrong with Faria. You may wonder why I care about her. She barely knows anything about me? It's just...
We used to be Best Friends. Before High School. We could telll each other everything. That's when she told me about her Uncle. That he abused her. I still remember that day. It was the night after graduation from Elimentary. She was wearing a cute deep blue almost nave dress.The same colour as the night sky. We were sitting under the oak tree we had planted when we were just two. I loved her then and I loved her more now. We were talking about the summer, how we would write to each other at camp, how her boyfriend Rod had dumped her because of me. I felt bad. Suddenly she started crying. These weren't tears of joy for the Summer months, no these were tears of sadness.
"What's wrong?" I asked my upset best friend.
"It's this thing with Rod."she says through tears"I truly loved him, but for some reason he doesn't love me enough to look past you. I can still remember the way he smelled of Pine needles after we played hide and seek in the woods, I remember the smell of the chlorine when he saved me from almost drowning.The mess we both looked after my tree house collapsed and we both broke bones . It's just. I really miss him. He doesn't even talk to me now? I just hate him" And then a new set of tears stream down her face replacing the smiles as she thought of those memories.
I scooched over beside her and gave her a hug. Realising at that moment that she was the one for me. We held onto each other as she silently sobbed all her tears into my shoulder. When she had recovered we went to her room. The blow up bed was on the other side of the wall but we pushed it closer to hers. Suddenly I hear th screams, "GET OFF ME,GET OFF ME!" I was scared someone was actually in the room until I seen Faria twisting and turning in her bed. Then she just sits up straight and lets out the worst high pitched scream I have ever heard in my life. She starts sobbing uncontrolably.
"What happened?" I ask.
"I had a nightmare, it's ok just a nightmare. He isn't coming back. He had his fun and now we know how mean he is." she says. I'm not nessecarily sure if it was spoken to me but then she sees me and is shocked si I knew it was directed to comfort herself
"Faria, who's not coming back?" I ask. Shocked at what she's just said.
"O.K, I seen my uncle. He's coming back for me." She said, as distressed as an eleven year old can be.
"What happened with your uncle" I asked, I was worried. Why could an uncle do that was so bad, especially to a child.
"I was only 9, my parents went away for the weekend. He was suppose to be looking after us. When my brother went to bed he said i could stay up longer cause he was sick. So i sat with him, watching the telly but he was watching me, i thought nothing of it. He offered me a drink, I took it without thinking. I think it had someting in it, I felt half asleep. He threw me over his shoulder and walked me to my parents bedroom were he was suppose to be sleeping. He lay me on the bed, I couldnt move. At first he was just grazing his hand over my body, from my ankles all the way until he got to my lips. He traced the line of them and told me we were going to play a game. I still couldnt move. He lit a cigarette and started to trace my outline again but this time he stopped at my thigh and said "this wont hurt a bit" I can remember those words. They're what haunt me. He started poking my with the cigarette and it did hurt. It hurt more than anything else did. When he was done on my legs he started with my stomach when he was done that he asked me if I wanted to play another game i shook my head but he said "of coarse you do" and I tried to scream, i tried but i couldn't breath and then he- he." That's when she stopped talking and sobbed again. I just held her there, taking in the smell of coconut from her hair. It was nice, ok not nice because that would be creepy, I wish we would just hug like this under normal circumstances.
The next day we were both off to camp.We did send letters but they became less frequent. They stopped all together when she sent me this one
Dear Zach,
I'm really sorry but we can't be friends anymore. There's this really cute guy at camp and he's jealous of you because we are so close I don't want this to turn into the same thing that happened with Rod. But this guy seems a million tiimes better. I hope you understand that it just isn't cool for me to hang around with you. I'm sorry.
Love, Faria.
P.S please dont say anything about my uncle. Thank you.
Suddenly the bell rings, Snapping me out of my daydream. I miss the old Faria Smith, but maybe if I save her she'll go back to normal.
