Be Still

Wake up call

Previously on
" I mean how are you, so nice to me," I ask using emphasis.
" I mean hello," I say with a hard chuckle," I'm the guy who is responsible for humiliating you and possibly ruining your life," I end, my voice raising.

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" You know what," she mutters," I'm trying okay. I'm trying to be the better person. I'm learning how to put this stuff, this hate behind me and put it in the past. But you're making it really hard," she says parking my chair, and facing me.

If anyone walked in it would honestly look as if I was being scolded by my mother. I almost smiled at the humor of how we were position, but the situation was too serious for any jokes.
" Im making it hard," I ask taken aback," you're making this hard for me. You being nice is torture, I'd rather you hate me."

She chuckles a lower tone was in her voice as she began to speak calmly. Almost like I was a child and she was handing me a lollipop. It truly freaked me out.

" You know I can't believe you're that selfish."

"What do you mean," I ask with an attitude.

"Funny, you don't even recognize it. You don't have enough compassion to see how hard this is for me. You have no clue of how the things you did to me impacted my life.We were friends and you ignored me. Ditched me for the cool crowd. Like, I was a keeping you from your true friends. At Least Jack had the heart to stick around, make sure I was okay. "

" You know I remember you, me and Jack building forts and watching movies inside of the. Running through the church halls together...."she says smiling with a look of nostalgia in her face, but it quickly ended as she resumed our conversation.

"I sat alone at lunch for about six months, your poking fun at me, caused people to keep away from me and try their own hand in teasing. It got so bad that sometimes I barely slept because their words replayed in my mind. My self esteem dropped significantly. Did you know that? " she asks me her teary, brown eyes looking directly in my guilt-ridden ones.

" The only reason I made it through that, and gained my confidence back is because of Jesus,"she tells me as a tear slips out, but she furiously wipes it, and turns towards me. Her voice was clear and very determined," So, trust me I would love to rage out and totally make your life just as miserable as you did mine. But, holding on to the anger, just made my life miserable. So, Mckinley, I will continue to be nice. Not only does it make me feel good on the inside, it makes Jesus smile. So, I will not be doing you any favors, and hating you. I will continue to be nice, I will continue to pray for you, and I will not continue to let you ruin my life." she finishes leaving me completely shocked.
" Now, we should go meet your father, he'll be here soon," she says, while hastily wheeling me out of the gym, and to the curb for parent pick-up. Then, she turned, and walked away leaving me alone to my thoughts. Had I really hurt her that much?

Soon my dad pulled up and I was met with a confused look from on his face.

"Where's Kara," he asks. I just shake my head at him, not wishing to speak.

So, we got in the car and hit the road. We remained in silence the whole way to the hospital. I sat and thought about Kara's words, guilt still seemed to wrack my being. Not only guilt from the accident, but all the things I'd done to Kara. I mean I called her names, wiped frog juices on her, and mostly I stopped being her friend. Friends are meant to protect each other and make sure they're doing okay.

Instead, I left and brought pain and heartache into her life. I truly ruined that girl's life. I bullied her. Just for the sake of getting friends, being popular. Now, look where that's got me.