Michaelishious - Vol. 2021

Dec. 6th: Blocked (pt. 1)

"Why can't we at least meet up and talk this through?"

I groaned to myself. What's with women and drama? And this one wasn't even my girlfriend. I didn't have the time to push send, before another angry text flashed up my phone screen.

"Sorry for wasting your fucking time!"

"But you didn't!" I wrote back in a hurry. Then I elaborated and was relieved when he didn't blow me off with another text.

"You've never wasted my time! I just feel like we don't connect the same way as before, and I want to sort things out, that's all."

But it was too late. She'd blocked me. My best friend for the past two years clearly wanted me out of her life, and to be honest, I was so pissed at this completely ridiculous argument that I was close to blocking her in return. Only temporarily, of course. So that's what I expected from her as well. But she never did unblock me. And it wasn't only on Instagram and Facebook, but on all the other platforms we'd used to communicate too. Even the phone, which was mostly how I tried to reach her.

I was blocked. Muted. Denied. Banned. Ignored. I was out of her life.

Several days later we still hadn't talked, and as usual I got straight to her voicemail every time I called her.

"Hi, Carrie. It's me, Michael. Why won't you let me talk to you? I'm not mad anymore, and I want to say I'm sorry. I truly am. It's none of my business who you go out with. And just because I can't go out in public like you do, doesn't mean I have the right to get jealous."

I paused and wished she could pick up so I didn't have to lead a monolog with myself. She didn't, though.

"Carrie... You know, you're absolutely right. I had no reason to get jealous, but... Well, I guess I kind of am anyway. But that's not your fault, and that's why I'm sorry. Please? Can't we just meet at our special place and talk things through? Six pm tonight? I really want to see you. Anyway... I hope you're not so stubborn that you delete this before you listen to it, but no matter what you do, just know that I love you. You're my best friend and I miss you."

I counted the minutes, and I counted the hours, and eventually I parked my car on the empty parking lot with more weed than gravel. And for almost two hours I sat in the old ruins that once had been a church. It was now just a shadow of itself, and surrounded by tall trees that made it, and everything around it, dim, even in the middle of the day.

Carrie had been scared when we first found this place, and I must admit that I found it a bit spooky myself. But then we started walking around and made ourselves familiar with the abandoned building, and found it to be a rather fascinating place. Not to mention that it was a fabulous place where my imagination could run wild with ideas for future projects. I wasn't sure exactly what it would become, but it would definitely include ghosts and some sort of conflict. A stupid and totally unnecessary conflict.

"Just like this is," I muttered to myself, thinking about how utterly ridiculous our argument was. But Carrie obviously didn't listen to my message, or any of the other ones I'd left in every possible way. Did she really hate me that much? We'd argued before. What made this time so different?

I got up because my ass was cold, and my body felt stiff after sitting in the same position for quite some time. The sun was about to set too, which brought my mind back to the many times we'd joked around in here, trying to scare each other in the darkest shadows. But it was mostly me that scared her though, since I wasn't easily frightened. Then there was one time we ended up dancing and singing. I will never forget the feeling I had that evening. I'd never felt as close to her as that night, and it wasn't even that long ago. A few weeks maybe?