It was my best friend's deepest secret, and it would be a hard one to keep. That day, I found her in her apartment, slowly bleeding to death in the tub, her muddy clothes covered in blood. It was a gruesome sight: blood splatterd across the walls and deep cuts on her arm. Only then, did I realize how deeply affected she was by her parent's death.
"Hey," I said, ignoring the strange stares I am getting. She is the girl who everyone avoided like a plauge. No longer will that be the case.
"What do you want?" she whiserps, looking away in shame. She knows I know; it is her dirty little secret.
Her eyes snap up to meet mine. There is fear in her eyes, but also a slight tint of pain and curiosity. Then it turns into anger.
"Why!" she yells, slapping me. My head jerks to the side and people gasp. "Why do you want to help now? After all the things I went through for six months, why now?"
Mumurs erupt through the small crowd.
"Because I want to make things right," I said, fighting to keep my voice under control. I fail and it cracks. "I'm a terrible friend for leaving you on your own. I realize that now, but I want to help."
Her eyes water and she slams her locker closed. I notice it's empty. Realization hits me. I rush after her, shoving through the crowd. As much as I want to tell her to not do it, I couldn't because I made that silent promise. I grasp her hand, pulling her to a stop. Her books clatter to the ground...
This is for my Creative Writing class. I hope you guys like it! :)
Sorry for the abrupt ending. I didn't have enough time to finish it.
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Short Stories
Short StoryJust a small book where I will write short stories. It might not be good, it might be good, who knows. This is also my testing grounds, so beware! Feedback is always appreciated as it will help my me improve.
