The Lost and the Broken

Beginnings

From that moment on we became fast friends.

I discovered that we actually had a reasonable amount in common; mix tapes, double features and milkshakes with an obscene amount of whipped cream.

School didn't seem that bad anymore. We abused each others' taste in shit songs when they appeared on our tapes – no one backed down, ever. But it always ended in laughs. The kind that hurt, deep down and almost drowned you in tears. Jesus. We'd go to the cinema and wouldn't say a bloody word. That's how serious we took movies. It was an experience. If someone spoke or ate too loud, they'd get shhhh'd and that's a few moments we could never get back and the milkshakes. Well that became a bit of a religion for us; every Thursday night, talking shit and catching up on, usually, all the trouble I'd got into that week with the girls. Alright, so it was generally just me but those bitches were stuck to me like glue so they became part of it. So that's us. There through all the good and the bad but, at present, he wasn't speaking to me and it was killing me. But what could I do? So we became strangers. Just shadows passing in the hallways. I'd spend more and more time with the girls until Skye went away on her journey of discovery and when she came back, things got a little better but a little worse too. We'd hear things about Bill. There were rumours doing the rounds of a new group of  "people" he'd started hanging out with and from what I gathered, these weren't the kinda people regular folk should be spending their time with. They weren't from school. I don't know why this made me feel uneasy but there was something about it that just didn't sit right with me.

I dunno, maybe I was just jealous but that's when the nightmares started.