Nick
Part of me hoped Demi would respond, even though I knew she wouldn’t. I knew it would happen. She obviously didn’t want to forgive me, just yet. Maybe if I got help for my problems, maybe then she would talk to me. Maybe, just maybe, that would work. But with each passing minute, I have the urge to do something criminally. I sigh. I barely got any sleep, and its 6:45 in the morning. I look around to see if anyone is watching. I grab my gun and put it in my waistband of my jeans. I find my way to the candy store that I would go to with Demi and our friends after school sometimes.
“Let’s go!” Demi shouted, making her way in the candy store. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” she laughed. Man, her laugh is so cute.
“You haven’t had any candy yet, Dem, and you are this hyper!” Selena joked. Dei and Selena have been inseparable since they were 7. Kind of like how I was inseparable with Maya, whom I’ve been friends with since we were in diapers. We all had bonded in the 5th grade. It’s funny since I am the only guy, and half the time they talk about girl stuff, but they always had included me in everything they did. My brothers, though, have been somewhat close with the three of them, since we became best friends. After high school, Maya moved to Japan, and Selena went to New York. They still keep in touch.
As we follow Demi in the candy store, her eyes were wide. We were getting candy for the sleepover we were planning. She’s like a little kid when it comes to this store.
I shake my head at the memories. It makes me miss everything even more. I keep walking, I don’t know where, I need time to think.
“Hey, Nick!” Demi shouts. It’s the next morning, well afternoon. I look over at the time. I slept later than everyone. I sigh. Demi’s the only one left.
“Why didn’t you wake me sooner?!” my face is hot with anger.
“You know Maya got sick last night and left early. You knew something was bothering her stomach when you invited her. She came anyway because that’s what friends do,” she starts, almost crying. “And Selena had work at 8 this morning. That’s why she was saying her mom was picking her up early. And you knew that. I didn’t get up until 10 minutes ago. So don’t start with this crap, Nicholas!” tears are now rolling down her cheeks. I hate yelling at her. I pull her close wiping her tears away.
“I’m sorry, Dem,” I say quietly. “I was just thrown off guard and wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I hate yelling at you.”
I haven’t yelled at her since. But I have broken her heart way too many times with my crimes and broken promises. I feel it is extremely harder to keep a promise since I started becoming a criminal. The guilt has been building up inside of me. The next thing I knew, I’m in front of her apartment. I shake my head. She’s not going to be up at this hour. I make my way to my apartment and lay down on the couch. I find my song book. Demi and I would always write songs together. It was our thing when we had some alone time. Some are silly, and some are close to the heart. I skim through my songs and find the one that I had written about my diabetes. I sigh looking over the lyrics. These lyrics have so much more meaning now.
When I thought it'd all be done
When I thought it'd all been said
A little bit longer and I'll be fine.
But you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
And you don't know what it's like to feel so low
And every time you smile, you laugh, you glow
You don't even know, know, know.
You don't even know.
All this time goes by
Still no reason why
A little bit longer and I'll be fine
I close my eyes and finally fall asleep, thinking about the lyrics, thinking about ways I can change. Not just for me, for Demi, for my family, for my friends.
