Whisper

Memories Of Our Friendship

"Keep walking Cass, he's gotten off too." Without looking back, she picked up the pace a bit, as I looked back to him and saw him walking head down, with his hands in his pockets

You follow us, and guy you're gonna get screwed over.

Thankfully, Cassie's house was second from the corner a short walk away. When we walked around the corner, we bolted and hid behind a large fern across the street from her house. She didn't need told, she was quite, and stayed perfectly still. I could sense she was nervous, so I edged myself in front of her, and it made it feel safer.

I watched through the branches as this boy ran around the corner and looked around. He couldn't see us. He took a couple steps back, and ran out of site again. We stayed where we were for a few minutes, to make sure he wouldn't return. I grabbed our bags, and we went over to Cassie's house.

She opened the front door with her key and slowly opened it. It creaked horribly when it was opened so slowly. She shut it quicker once we were both inside. It was dark, except for the lamp next to the staircase, which hadn't been turned off. We hurried upstairs, skipping every second one. We snuck past her parents' bedroom, and down the end of the upstairs hallway, where her bedroom was.

I walked into her room, when it was pitch black. She followed me in, and asked: "Why don't you turn the lights on?" I looked over my shoulder to look at her, and shrugged it off with a grin. "You're so suspicious Kassidy..." she said as I put our bags down at the end of her bed.

"Suspicious doesn't cover it." I smirked. Again, I felt another hand gun formation on the back of my neck, and raised my hands, as if in surrender again. "Alright then!" Cassie said with a silly cops voice. She gently pushed her 'handgun' into the back of my neck. "Keep your hands up, and slowly get on your knee's!" she joked with her cops voice.

I did as she ordered, and slowly lowered myself so I was kneeling up. "Hand's on 'yo head!" she commanded. Slowly, I did. I heard her reach for her legit handcuff's that we'd found together. As I felt her reach for my left hand, I jumped up from my knees, spun around on the spot and grabbed the cuff. I'd snapped it onto her wrist instead, spun her down onto her knee's and cuffed her other wrist.

She sighed and laughed. "They day I manage to arrest you is the day I ain't gonna release you until I've had my victory dance n' stuff..." and I laughed along with her. I took both of the cuffs off, and laid them back in place on her shelf.

"You were close though. Faster in the movement before I felt your hand grasp my wrist, and you may have got me." I encouraged. She picked up the cuff's again. "Remember how we found these?" she giggled. "All to well." I smiled back.

As we thought for a moment how we found them, we sat on her queen bed. I laid on my back, with my arms crossed behind my head, and my legs crossed. She laid with her head on my stomach. After a while, we returned from our thoughts and happy memories. "I'm so glad I met you Kass." she said. "Me too Cassie."

I heard her sniffle a few moments after. "Cass?" I asked gently. "What's up?"

"It's just... I was just so scared when I saw you, in the state you were in... But you got up and supported me, when I was only in horrified tears..." She'd moved up to my right side and laid her head against my neck, hugging me around my stomach. She bursted into tears, and sobbed heavily.

I laid their quietly, supporting her the best I could. I held her hand that laid on my stomach with my right hand, and ran my fingers through her rainbow hair, gently whispering and quieting her down.

"Shh, Cass. I was alright. It wasn't as bad as it looked." I assured her. I could feel that she wasn't believing me. She continued to sob into me, until she'd tired herself out and fallen asleep. She was still lying next to me, and I didn't want to disturb her in her sleep. I left the light on, and laid their all night beside her, remembering the memories that had made her so upset.

I actually don't remember all that much, and Cassie told me her side.

It happened when I was 9, and she had only just celebrated hers:

I heard a scream. It was very high pitched. I lifted my heavy head from the ground and had to shake my head to get the hair out of my face. I was in a parkland, and I saw a girl my age, who I later found out to be Cassie, standing infront of me. She had her jaw dropped low, and her face on the verge of breaking down.

From Cassie's perspective, my clothes were all torn and ripped. I had blood over most of my body. But I'd still managed to stand myself up, and come over to support her, even when she hit me, and screamed at me to leave her alone.

She told me she'd slipped over backwards trying to back away from me, and I'd looked up from her face off to the distance behind her. She turned her head around to see someone standing not very far away. I stepped over her, and stood defensively over her.

When she'd told me the story, she'd already managed to get herself into tears, and she would sob the remainder of the story while I was hugging her. I've never been able to understand her while she cried so heavily.

I would always seem to ask myself: What happened that night? What really happened, to put her in such a miserable state before she's able to finish her story?