BFF War

Chapter 1

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Her heart felt empty, cold. She curled up on her bed shivering. The windows were open, creaking along with the storm outside. The sky was black and once in awhile, a streak of lightning would strike across, touching the sky and the city beneath, thunder following a few seconds later. The rain soaked the light blue curtains causing water to start dripping down onto the wooden floor and the bed underneath it. The wind was traveling in and out of the room, moving the drenched curtains as if a ghost was present.

She stared out of the window, wondering if it would be easier if she jumped. Water was pooling in her eyes, streaming down her pale white cheeks. She hasn't eaten or slept for the past two days and barely drank any water, but she isn't hungry, isn't tired. She never is in the mood, so pale, almost the color of her overused white duvet covers, so skinny, you could see her sharp cheekbones, making her look even more dead than her body is, but in her heart and mind, she was already dead. She feels no feeling except for pain, sorrow, and regret. It was as if she couldn't feel happiness, hope, joy anymore.

She lived in a decent sized apartment on the south side of Los Angeles, built in the 1990s, three bedroomed, two bathrooms, a nice kitchen, and living area. She has her cozy bedroom to herself, sharing a bathroom with her brother. Her closet and desk were on the right side of her room, a bookshelf in the left back corner, covering her back wall and left wall. The bed was placed under the window, the side leaning on the front wall. The furniture was nice, white and clean. Most of them were made of Oakwood and painted white. She moved in her two years ago when she decorated her room with the colors white, silver, and different shades of blue. Everything was neatly placed in the room, but over the past few days, covered with a light sheet of dirt and ash, making the place look gray. Her curled up body on her bed seemed even more fragile, weak, and alone.

She faces the wall in a slightly curved in position, pulling the sheets over her body and drifts into sleep thinking about the past three months. Her fight with her best friend. What had really happen?