Forever

Chapter 1

The street was lit up like a runway at night. I unscrewed the cap of my ice-tea and took a sip, enjoying the peachy after taste. I was walking home from a party on Brinston Street, where a friend called Cathy was having a wild party. By wild I mean she had invited loads of boys and somehow she even managed to have a stash of beers in her beverage cooler. Ok, so I didn’t go to many parties, but this one was pretty crazy for me. There was extremely loud music pounding from the speakers and dim lighting and it was a full house- plus Cathy was super psyched that so many people came- and a lot of the people there were total strangers.

I had decided to come home a little earlier- 9:52- Because parties aren’t exactly my thing- but hey at least I had made an appearance. I pulled my purse close to my side as I walked past a narrow backstreet and gazed down it anxiously. This street was a short cut that led to my neighborhood and I had traveled down it many times on the way back from a friends but it looked kind of un-safe at night.

I saw somebody standing behind a big trash can, a couple meters away, and walked closer because the person looked familiar even in the weak light. Then as I shuffled slower I noticed the person was gripping a knife. My body tensed and I wanted to scream, until I realized who the person was. I didn't feel the same way I had felt before, as in afraid I was going to get hurt, but I didn't feel better at all, I felt worse. Then I felt dizzy like I was going to cry accept I wasn’t sure how I felt. I can't really describe the feeling. I was scared still- worried...I was confused...because I didn't know why what was happening was happening. Have you ever had that feeling where you just feel so confused and worried that you feel like you might collapse? Well, that's how I felt.

She raised the knife and held it to her chest. I staggered towards her, my feet stumbling as I walked across the pavement, and my head spinning.

We both collapsed to the floor and I caught my breath.

Her hands shook wildly and the knife clinked as it hit the ground.

I tried to speak but my voice wouldn’t do anything.

I stared at her pale face, unable to find any words.

“Addison…” I managed to mumble my voice raspy and barely there.

She just stared back at me, her brown eyes depressing, her body trembling.

A thousand questions rushed through my head at that moment.

Why was Addison trying to commit suicide?

Why would she?

What was wrong with my best friend?

Did I even know her as well as I had thought?

Was she okay?

My heart beat rapidly and I sat there on the ground for a moment just staring at the knife. We both stared at it, lying on the dirty cement, shining in the moonlight. I hoped she wouldn’t try to do anything with it ever again. 

“Addison It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” I said slowly, trying to reassure her and myself.

She stared at me, still shaking, uneasily and then began to cry.

It was like one of those thunderstorms in the sky where all of a sudden it just begins to down pour.

Addison collapsed on to me, tears rolling down her cheeks her body trembling as I hugged her.

We stayed like that for a while, in the darkness of the street where nobody was. I kept repeating over and over: “It’s going to be okay, It’s going to be okay.”

She gripped me tightly, crying still.

“I…I’m.” Addison choked, unable to finish her sentence.