She didn't talk to me after the accident. The doctors said it was temporary, but it's been three months. I thought that my best friend would be fine, but I was ever so wrong. Her parents called me last night, for the doctors had announced that she'd finally spoken. The sound of the phone ringing had caused me to trip while running to pick up, but I didn't care. My friend would be okay, she was fine. My life would go back to normal. But the words exchanged through the phone call completely destroyed my optimistic thoughts. She was gone. Not really, but it would have been easier if she was. My best friend remembered nothing.
I don't know how long I cried after that phone call, but it went for days. I thought it was my fault, so I cried until I could no longer. Then came the silence. Nobody could get a word out of me for at least a month, until they just stopped trying. I tried to find a way to cope, but I just couldn't. So I just dissolved all the feelings I had, and stayed alone. Numb. My mind was being flooded with thoughts, and doubts, and questions. But there was one that completely changed me. Was it my fault? After pondering the thought, my pain was turned into a different emotion. Anger. It was her boyfriends fault, not mine. All this time, I had been blaming myself for what he did. He did this to us.
The anger took over me, and I sprinted out of my house and into my car. He would pay. I drove to his house and burst through the door, which was stupidly unlocked. I screamed for the murderer to come out, and he ran into the hallway.
"Peyton, what the hell are you doing?" he asked, dumbfounded, as I stomped towards him.
"You destroyed her, you bastard! You took her from me," I yelled as tears began to flow down my face.
"Is this about my girlfrie-"
"Don't you dare call her that you abusive killer. You made her leave that day. You knew that she wasn't good at driving, but you let her go drive away in the snow after you hurt her. You destroyed her life and those of the people who actually loved her. She was perfect, but was that enough for you? No. Not only have you taken everything from her, but you have taken the happiness of those surrounding her," I spat venomously.
"Peyton, please I didn't mean to do this to Isabe-"
"How dare you! Don't even say her name. Don't ever let her name pass your lips or I swear to god I will kill you. I dont care what happens to me if I do, but don't doubt for a second that I won't. She will never be the same, and it is your fault. I hope you burn in hell," I interrupted again as my voice got louder with each syllable. He looked surprised as I brought my fist to his face. I swung again, but he grabbed my fist. I sunk slowly to the floor and sobbed loudly, so he let go of my fist. A bruise was already forming on his cheekbone. The wide-eyed boy sat down next to me and reached out to wipe my tears away, but I screamed and jumped away from him. I stood quickly before running back to my car in tears.
I drove to a local park and jumped out of the car. The swing I always go to when it hurts sits alone, swinging slightly in the brisk wind. I sit on the swing and cry as the pain comes back just like it did after the phone call that ruined my life. An image of her and I sitting on the swing together, talking, comes to my mind. I let out a miserable scream beofre continuing to cry on the frozen ground. After a couple minutes, I look up. The barren town is beginning to grow dark, and I need to get home.
I look towards my car, and see two girls get in. They were talking happily among themselves, just like I used to do with her. I watch closely, but then a sense of familiarity hits me in the gut. It is me and her. I scream again and stumble to the ground. All around me are memories of us, together. We're shopping, running together, getting lunch, everything we used to do. With every image, another sharp pain shoots through my body. Screaming and crying, I stumble to my car before driving home.
I crash through the door and lock it behind me quickly before sliding to the ground. I cry silently for hours until going upstairs. After a shower, I pull out my Mac and find the website for the nearest airport. I couldn't stay in New York anymore, for it was destroying me. I pulled up random tickets for tomorrow morning and bought them before packing my little amount of belongings into a suitcase. Tomorrow I would escape this town, for I was drowning in the pain it held. And I could not take it any longer. Not without my best friend. Not without Isabelle.
A/N: Umm..hello there. I'm Gillian and I'm writing a story (duh). I've written part of one before, but I hated it so I, uh, deleted it. Don't be afraid to give me your opinions and please remember that this is my first story that I'm actually planning on REALLY working on. This is only the prologue so it will hopefully get better as it progresses. Remember, I'm in school so I'm not exactly going to have quick updates, but I'll try my best. Thanks!!
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FanfictionIsolophobia- (n.) the fear of being alone; solitary, isolated. She was left alone. He was surrounded by people. They were different. But fate didn't care.