Her Story #2

03|She Felt Alone

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Amy held her breath and counted to ten, trying hard to suppress her anger. It didn't work.

She glanced at her best friend Deborah before turning back to the midnight sky, the music that blasted from the house they were parked close to gave her a head ache.

"I'm so stupid." He best friend muttered bitterly with her head in her hands and her breathing slow and heavy.

"Yeah, you are," Amy wanted to say but thought better of it. When she glanced at her friend, her eyes almost watered.

Deborah was beautiful, and anyone with eyes could tell, but the damage that love can cause to someone was nothing Amy had ever seen before.

Right now Deborah looked almost unrecognizable. From her wild had to pale skin and purple bags under her eyes.

She looked sick, she was sick. Emotionally.

People say love is dangerous but it isn't entirely true. It relies on who we fall for, how hard we fall, or how equal each other's love is.

But what do I know. I've never been in love before. Amy thought.

"I'm so fucking stupid. He makes me feel stupid."

Amy shook her head as she stared at her best friend, sadness radiating off her features. Amy put a lock of her red hair behind her ear and quickly looked away, it was too much to watch.

Deborah was going through a lot. She was in love with her male best friend who loved someone else, she was breaking apart bit by bit.

Amy knew telling her that her best friend is going to die won't make matters better. So she kept her words to herself and let out a sigh instead.

"Let's go home." Amy said and bit her lip. "I'll drive."

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Amy trudged out of her room and into the kitchen tiredly. Rubbing her sleepy eyes with her fingers, she let out a yawn.

"You came home very late last night."

Her mothers worried voice was the first thing she heard. Amy leaned on the door frame casually and crossed her arms against her chest.

"I'm sorry, I went out with Deborah, she-"

"It doesn't matter." He mother interrupted while shaking her head dismissively. "But next time, inform me or your father. We were worried sick."

Amy felt a pang of guilt and gave her mom a small smile as she sat on a stool and put her elbows on the cold, smooth surface of the island.

"I will." She said. "I'm sorry."

Her mother gave her a smile and quickly turned away, she couldn't look at her daughter too long, it only hurt more every time.

She wished she was the one instead, not her daughter. It hurt her so much she couldn't glance at Amy for more than ten seconds without feeling like tearing up.