"Stop," I say calmly because I heard from one of my friends that being calm is more effective. But me saying stop didn't stop his accusations and his yelling. He's just like me, a short tempered, loud mouth. He annoys me to no end; I couldn't tell you why I feel so drawn to him. I can't lose my temper, I have to stay calm. Breathe, Echo, breathe. But as he keeps throwing these insults and accusations at me I can't help but let my emotions take over, people used to tell me I was a cold hearted person. I didn't take crap from people, and I'm sure that was and is true. But I'm not cold hearted, I know right from wrong and I will stand up for people. I was the kind of person to put my heart on my sleeve and I guess in some respects I am the same way now. But now I have learned to just take care of myself, worry about other people later, after yourself. His insults cut me deep, rehashing the scars I had tried to healed, but they weren't healed all the way, of course they weren't gushing blood, either. The scars were still scabs really; one dig at them would release all the emotions.
"You're a bitch." He screams. That's it. That's all it takes to tear that scab. It breaks me, it feels like someone is setting my heart on fire. The wound is reopened. You dumb bitch. Psychopathic bitch.
"Echo, I......I'm.... I'm." he stutters out. My tears start to drop, I wipe them away furiously. I have tried too hard to be strong but I am not strong. He takes a step towards me, I take a step back but soon realize that I can't move back more. He takes three more large steps till he is two feet in front of me. I'm trapped in between a table and him, I look up at him. He was always taller than me I got used to it, but now with him right in front of me I realize just how much he towers over me.
"No don't say anything. You're right. I'm a bitch. I'm a mean cold hearted person. I don't know why anyone likes me. I am useless. I am never what people want me to be or say what they want me to say. Why do I even try? What is the point? I don't know what I'm doing, I should just..." I ramble on I don't even try to stop the tears anymore I just let them roll down my face. I look down I'm not even sure why he has stuck with me.
"No Echo, don't say that, don't ever say that. You are not useless, you are everything to me. I am so sorry, I was wrong with what I said, I didn't mean it. I'm just aggravated, you never open up to me. You won't tell me anything, I have told you everything about me. I trust you, do you not trust me? After all these years, I don't understand. You say you love me and trust me but still won't tell me things, when I ask. You don't have to try to be anyone other than you for other people. I love you, not anyone you are trying to be. I need you; I can't let you go anymore. You are way too important to me, how would I remember to do my laundry(?). I would be wearing the same pair of underwear for a month, Echo, I'm sorry." He's says I look up at him cracking me a breathtaking smile.
I smile slightly, he takes a small step forward and wipes my face with his sleeves until all the tears are gone. I do love him and he (is)was my best friend, I have always had great friends but none of them have understood me like he has. I knew (know) that I would have to tell him eventually, I just never have wanted to because it might change everything. He might hate me, but it's not fair to him, he needs to know.
I can still remember the day I re-met him it was probably one of the worst days of my lives. The first day I met him was probably my best days, I was in the hall in school talking to my friends(,) we were walking to art, some football player bumped in to me in the hall, sketch book fell out of my hands, a couple of my loose sketches fell out. My friends all went to grab one, I stood up and looked for my sketch book. I couldn't find it, and it had my art assignment in it. I glanced around and asked my friends who handed me my loose sketches if they saw it they all said no.
The people in the halls started to slowly thin out because the bell was going to ring. I saw that I was not going to find it so we started walk to class again. As I looked ahead I saw the back of a tall person that I didn't recognize looked to their hands and saw a book that looked really familiar. I started to follow the person as I followed him (redundant), my friends started talking about some new kid. I didn't pay attention, I was too focused on the person, the person that had just turned the corner, (.)I walked faster to make sure I didn't lose them. As I turned the corner I saw that I had lost them, I sighed and looked back to see my friends catching up to me. They asked why I was walking so fast I said I didn't want to be late, which they just roll their eyes at, I'm a good student but I mean it's not a big deal if you are a little late so I always am.
