The wind blew the ripped pieces of paper in swirls of rage, and they struck my face like knives piercing my skin. Through the blur of my salty tears, which were now freely raining on my face, I could see her glaring eyes staring at me. She looked like a bat in the night, with her face all twisted up like that. It was actually kind of funny, but I didn't see it at the time.
"You can have all your letters and cards back," she stated coldly. "I would give you the mug back too, but I already smashed it at home."
My breathing shortened into rapid intakes of air, and I stuttered in disbelief. This person standing in front of me, who had been my best friend for six years, was ripping apart my love without a care in the world. I had put so much thought and truth into those many birthday cards and personal letters; I had told her how much she meant to me, how much I needed her. And now, here this person was, tearing apart these materials, which held my insecure interior, right in front of my face.
She laughed and tossed her stringy black hair behind the bone of her shoulder. You know, I really do wish that I looked like her. She was so beautiful. Looking like a stick always was my dream. Maybe then I wouldn't have been such a disappointment to her.
"You're such a bitch!" She screamed at me. "You're just a fat bitch who cries a lot. Go ahead and cry, baby, too bad no one's going to care."
It was surprising how cool she thought she was, how cool she thought she looked. There in that moment, when I was left helpless, she thought it was cool to tell me off, cool to rip me apart and hang me out to dry. Cool, it's all kind of unbelievable when you think about it.
It's sad that people feel the need to bash and sever each other's emotions, creating wounds that grow deeper than the average eye will ever see. It's like they need to crack other people's confidence in order to build their own. Nothing like doing whatever you can to get what you want, huh. I was so innocent at that time, having not a care in the world, and yet the treatment I received by this one girl caused me to take shelter from the rest. I don't think I've ever been more destroyed.
There really is a lot more to this moment in time, believe me, it goes on for over a year. Unfortunately, my emotional state will not allow me to venture any further into that dismal experience, and to be quite honest, I really donŐt feel like discussing it. You see, the sad thing is, I let her affect me. After all, I knew of no other way to deal with the situation. Her harsh words plagued my mind for months, and still do. I became more timid and reluctant to open myself up to the world, and I deal with that problem to this very day. My whole view on society changed, and it's all because of her. She changed my life, and I hate her for it. I hate her for it and I always will.
I can only hope now that one day it all comes back to her, and she is hurt and left alone. Then, I will laugh at her and mock her, that is, if I'm still not crying. Because that's all she has left me with, tears that never stop flowing. Tears that won't go away. Her words caused my tears, and for that I will never forgive.