I first met Lyrica on my 15th birthday. I was taking a walk to clear my head. I was seething anger at my boyfriend. First he forgot our two month anniversary and then I called him and asked him what he planned for us tonight and he asked what he needed to plan for. I broke up with him on the spot, which I guess actually makes him my ex.
I walked to the park near my house and went straight to the tall boulder near the pond. I climbed up and sat down with my knees drawn up to my chest and my arms wrapped around my legs. It was only then did I finally put my forehead on my knees and let the silent sobs shake my body.
Deep inside I flinched at this strong display of outward emotion. I always managed to hide what I felt. I learned to bottle it up at a young age. Between my non-existent dad, my submissive mother, and her abusive ass of a husband, I've built a lot of walls to protect myself. There was only one person who saw the real me, my best friend Liliana. Unfortunately, she was out of town in Mexico on my birthday. And so I sat there, sobbing without noise and overall realizing what a sucky birthday I was having so far.
"Hey", I heard a voice call. I looked up then down, startled. I saw a petite redhead with bright greenish hazel eyes standing at the base of the boulder I sat on.
I cocked my head to the side, "C-c-can I-I-I help you?", I asked trying and failing to hide the shakiness in my voice.
She hopped up next to me and put her arm around me, "I just noticed you were crying and came to see if you were ok", she said.
I smiled carefully and nodded. "You can tell me you know", she said grinning. Slowly, I took a few deep breaths and told her everything. After 30 minutes, I was calm and sane enough to go home. I gave the girl my number and hopped off the boulder.
I had taken two steps away before realizing that I didn't even know her name. I turned around to ask her but she was gone. But somehow, I knew I'd talk to her again soon.
