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I glare at Alex as we stand facing each other behind the basketball court , I don't know what he's thinking but I couldn't give any fucks if I am being totally honest , from what I've gathered since I stepped foot outside of my house , my two childhood best friends live in the same city as me , they stayed friends after the shooting , one forgot who I even am and the other does remember but isn't doing anything about it , so here i am now trying to keep myself together before i rip his head off
No, no detaching body parts, breath, just take deep breaths
"it's been a while" I say my voice flat, not giving away any type of emotions
"Yes, it has — maybe ten years or so" he tried to say in a calm voice, I could see through his careless facade, his eyes were filled with so much worry, the lines of his face grim,his jaw so tense.
"You counted, I'm touched" I reply sarcastically,figthing thr urge to laugh at the absurdity of it all
"Listen man I know you're angry-" he tries to say
"Angry? You think I'm angry? I'm fucking furious, you guys just left without saying a word, Myla doesn't fucking remember me, what happened to her?" I ask anger bubbling up inside me, I pass my fingers through my hair pulling at the roots trying to ease the tension in my body, but it's doesn't help, nothing could at this point, I hadn't realized how angry I was until now, I knew that I was sad, I knew that it hurt, but now I knew for sure that I was angrier than I had ever been in my life.
"After the accident she got a head injury, she forgot about everything- well mostly, I'm sorry" he apologizes but I know this is just a way to dismiss me, to tell me that it's no biggie that those ten years of silence were nothing serious, I've known him since he was a kid, and he isn't the type to apologize or even think about someone but himself
"What?!" I ask in disbelief, my brain clouded by so many thoughts, what coma how did I not know about this.
Was it because of me? Did it happen when she hit her head while hiding?
My lungs felt too tights, not enough oxygen reaching my brain, this can't be happening, my hands shake as I clench them so hard my nails digging into my skin until it hurt.
"And no one thought about telling me this?" I ask anger making the bones of my body tremble " I was her closest friend! you never thought that it would be a good idea to inform me of this after I risked my life for her?" I say as I throw my hands in the air "this is absurd, I was there every step of the way! but when something as big as this happens, I just get left in the dark?!"
"Dain, calm down" he says, glancing nervously at the students nearby
"You don't tell me anything! why does she remember you?" I ask pointing an accusative finger at him.
