A lost friend |
The leaves scratched against my arms and nettles incinerated to my legs when I ran right through the forest. My heart pounded hard, and I just wanted to stop the speed and get my breath back. But this was no game so I was forced to run all I was worth for to get there in right time!
The sweat made my hair sticky and the pain in my head was unbelievable.
Suddenly I saw her blond ponytail up in the sky and I saw her jump.
-Jeanette, NOOOOOOOO! I shouted.
Nooo, no, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!! I roared so much I could. But it didn’t change anything. She would not come back…
-Macaroni with fish sticks and broccoli! my mum said with a happy smile.
I squeezed up a smile against my will and swallowed the food. Even though my mum smiled I know that she did take my friends (her god-daughters) death hard… Suicide…
The thought sweep through my head and I started to shiver.
My eyes filled with tears and I turn my face to the plate when I took up more food on it, though I was not hungry.
But mum still mourned her god-daughter, so I didn’t want to hurt her through I did want to be angry at same time.
When I was thinking at her blond ponytail and our laughs together I didn’t have the energy anymore.
-Thank you for the food, I said and walked to my room without eating up my food. Next day I tried to be like I always was in school.
-Don’t care about Jeanette. She’s nothing to have anyway, my friend John said the next day in the classroom.
I starred at him.
“What does he mean? Nothing to have? Well, I know that he have never liked Jeanette. But it is obvious that I’m not feeling good.” I thought.
-NOTHING TO HAVE? I can’t stop care about her! What should you do if your sister would die? I asked him irascible.
-Well… I’ve had… Cried and been very, very sad. Of course. But Jeanette was not your sister; it is a whole another thing! he said to me.
-But she was like a sister to me.
Jones didn’t even seem to regret what he had said. I was sad and furious of that he had said.
Suddenly I felt that I wasn’t able to be in the school anymore.
So I’m walked home with the tears in the throat
I cried out loud in my bed and tried to sing a song at same time.
“I’m sitting here alone, and think about my life,
we were only friends, and you’re not my wife.
But I don’t care about that, because you’re like a sister for me.
But now you’re dead, and I know you’re not coming back to me,
But you always going to have a piece of my heart!
A piece who nobody can take from you.”
I stopped singing and started to feel that everything’s just horrible. Like a horror movie, but maybe worse than that. And I dropped my strength to sing.
I wisped into thin air;
-But I’m going to live. And remember all evil things you have done and laugh to them. I’m going to your funeral, how hard it even going to be, and I’m always going to be your friend!
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