Erased from his Mind

There was once a boy named Kenan Weiton.

He was a new student and every girl who attended Vales Primary had tried to catch his attention.

Unfortunately for them, he was shy back then. An insecure and timid 9 year old.

Turns out, he was in my first class. And he sat next to me, the ordinary brunette who wore pigtales and crooked teeth.

"Hi, I'm Bridget." I smiled, holding out my hand.

"I - I'm Kenan." He stuttered, looking down.

I smiled,"That's a cool name, nobody here has it."

He returned the smile, "I've never known a Bridget before."

I giggled, "There's a first in everything right?"

Since then we became the best of friends, we were inseparable.

We never kept anything from each other. Or so he thought.

I was in love with him. So deeply in love with my best friend, and even though I knew nothing about love at that age, one thing I knew was certain was my love for him.

But then when we were 12, he left.

Just left. Without a warning or a goodbye. Left all his books at school, left all his belongings and left.

I remember it so clearly. It was movie night and I was walking to his house. I was planning on confessing my love for him that day. Instead I was met with silence.

His scent hit me hard and I felt hot tears threatening to escape. As I walked to his desk I saw a photo on the floor and that's when I finally burst into tears.

The photo meant everything to the both of us. It was much more important than a friendship bracelet.

His arms were over my shoulders and we both looked at the camera, grinning like fools. At the bottom of the image, read 'Best Friends - K&B'

A tear escaped as I snatched the photo and put it in my pocket.

"Damn you Kenan. Damn you to absolute hell." With those last words, I let the darkness consume me.