Somebody I used to know

Prologue

May 26th, 2017

I am beyond grateful to leave my high school. Four drastically long years  that will be over soon. But I'm afraid that  Henry Stone  will be a permanent stain to my memories. The sweet and amazing friendship we had junior year felt like a dream, and it must have been one too. He hugged me tightly during my times of having an anxiety attack. He would sometimes have long conversations through text and over the phone. But that was innocence, a feeling that still strikes my heart when I think about the memories. His soft smile and warm laughter echoes through the dark spots of my mind. He still haunts me.

Senior year, everything changed. Along with his last name, his heart turned to stone. He made me feel like everyday with him was a challenge to see how much he would crush me. He made me feel small, even in my strongest moments. He never changed around anyone else, except for me. His ever pulsing stare wrecked my emotions. His eyes, they turned cold. So now here I sit, practicing for the graduation ceremony, waiting  for this all to be behind me. He sat behind me, joking around with his ex girlfriend, who sat next to me. I have no issues with her, I became her very first friend. Still friends but not as close as we used to be. Anna is her name.

The amount of immature moments I had with him junior year are uncountable. If I ever did the slightest joke to him senior year, he would act towards me as if I did something very kid like. Now look at him, today is the last day I will ever be able to be myself around him, but slow are the minutes that go by. My impatience is growing thicker. He was in marching band, all four years as well with me. Our friendship started junior year because of marching band. Dealing with drama between two close friends of ours. As he continued his jokes, which one of them bugged me in particular, Anna noticed and gave me the look of "please make him stop" I turned around and covered his mouth.

"Would you stop touching me?! "Stop acting so immature and like a child towards me!! we are 18!" That's it. I hit his last nerve and he hit my last courage of ever being able to recover what we had. I wish I would have been more mature earlier this year, to make him feel the pain I am experiencing. But I guess it is way too late. Hours later and I walk across the stage in my white cap and gown, shaking my principles hand while he hands me my high school diploma. This is it the final step and its all over. Once all names have been called and the words "Class of 2017!!!" were announced, caps flew into the air, but not mine. I worked hours on it, my back still hurts. But not as much as hearing the last words come out of his mouth.