"Nik, What is going on? Why do we need to break in?" I'm scared but I don't want her to see.
"Because... Because I want to find out my Dad's address."
"Your Dad's address? He lives with you though-"
"No! He left." She breaks down in tears. I cuddle her up like I do with Sofia some days when she misses my Mum or her blanket. He's gone? Why? I think to myself why could he want to leave I mean he has a wife and 2 beautiful children. Suddenly deja vu hits me. It happened with my Dad. I don't want Nikita to go through that. I have to help her but is a break in the best way?
"He packed his bags and left." She sobbed. He told my Mum that there was someone else and that he needed to go."
"We need to call your Mum. Say that we are having Pizza down the road and that we will be back later so she doesn't wait up for us to return. My Mum already knows that I will be staying at yours... Hope that is alright?" I say comforting as we sit under the Oak tree. I stroke her soft brown hair in an attempting hope to comfort her.
"Of course. But will you still help me find my Dad's address won't you?"
"I want to but I think there may be a better way." I hope I have convinced her. I cannot tell if I have or haven't because the tears keep rolling down her shiny cheeks. She stands up and walks towards the bench that sits next to the footpath. I pick up my bag and I drop it on the seat next to her.
"No. I need his address. Madi can't sleep she wants her Dad to put her to sleep at night and comb her hair. Mum is flat out she can't handle looking after us all by herself."
"Nikita. This is hurting you I know but I have seen what happens with that blade in Health class and this will push you over the edge. I love you so please let's go home and we will go to the Residential Office tomorrow and track your Dad down. Come on Nik."
Pulling out a pack of fruity gum, I hand her a piece and we begin to kick a small pebble across the rough footpath. The walk back seemed slow but useful because we talked about our families, school and what normal best friends talk about but more importantly we talked about the blade I saw that day. The stress was picked up off and thrown onto the bench that we left behind at the Post Office. I had my best friend, my sister, my other half back... but only for a moment.
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A Lost Soul...
Fiksi RemajaShe was my best friend. She was my sister but worst of all she was my other half. She's now gone. Taken to early but did she want to leave me?
