Staying home was not an option. I mean being at home would make it worse. I sat in my room with Nikita, But then again I walked the halls with Nikita and waited in line at the Tuck Shop with her as well.
It's all to much to take in. Laying down to sleep that night I thought about how I should have been there for her and I think about every stupid mistake I have made. Ever. Leaving Nikita alone the day she found out that Miss Davies and her Dad were in 'love' was by far one of the biggest mistakes I have made.
I roll over in an attempt to sleep. It doesn't work. Am I being watched or am I just so overtired that I am feeling the presence of spirits in my room? Four glowing figures bring a blue light into the room. It reads '11:51pm'. OMG I have school tomorrow I need to get some sleep.
What feels like an hour passes but really it is just 5mins... and I am leaning against my headboard to the dim glow of my table lamp. I slip on my fluffy cat slippers and flop into my desk chair that has a few t-shirts and shorts thrown over it. I never would have thought that at 11.59am I would be folding clothes and putting them away.
Denim shorts, an oversized sweater and several t-shirts later I am exhausted. I have one sweater left to put away...
It is Nikita's! Creamy twines of yarn create a soft and plush sweater that she used to wear. She must have left it here... I throw myself into my bed with exhaustion and take the cold sweater with me. I lie it next to my drained body. I whisper into the empty air:
"Goodnight Beautiful... Love you forever and always beautiful girl."
Waking up the next morning was the worst. I knew I wasn't going to wake up to an alert from Nikita. I knew that I wouldn't walk down the halls with her. I knew that we wouldn't sit next to her in class. The saddest thing that I knew was that this pain would last forever because she was never coming back. Ever.
Arriving in Math that morning I realised that no one said I am sorry for your loss or Nikita is dearly missed. The jerks still through paper at the kids who wanted to be there. The pretty girls still made fun of the girls that weren't as 'pretty' as them and worst of all the work seemed to be getting harder.
Bring! Bring! Bring! Three bells?
"Assembly Time?" Miss Capaldi moans from the front of the class.
The corridors are flooded with the same obnoxious kids that are just determined to make he School day as short as possible.
Pulling up a seat at the assembly I finally realise what this is about...
Nikita's death! No one knew... I walked out half way through and sat in the bathroom with tears flooding my eyes.
Heading back to Nikita's house I am rampaged by all the students saying
"Oh... Violeta! I am sorry for your loss." or "I hope you are alright! Anything I can do?" I realised that the death of my best friend seemed to make me exist at Chesterton High School. I hated the thought of that, My best friend had to die so I could become atleast someone in this School.
Pushing through the big doors that led to the Garcia Household, I sat down and started deciding plans for Nikita's funeral and the arrangements.
What Music should be played? What color fairy lights? Reception? Place? What will she be dressed in?
If I can't even answer these questions about my best friends funeral! How am I going to survive life without Nikita....
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A Lost Soul...
Teen FictionShe 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?
