My Only Friend

I used to be a very interactive person. I had plenty of friends that I could talk about crazy things with. We'd spend our time enjoying whatever life has to offer. My family also treated me as their princess since I'm an only child. I always had someone with me. Whether it is at school or at home, I was never alone. However, time seemed to pass by so quickly that I never noticed the change in my friends' attitude towards me.

We still hung out and talk crazy but gradually, I noticed how they stared at me like my presence was a hindrance to their happiness. They stopped inviting me to hang out and they didn't talk to me much at school or over the phone. I thought it was because they were planning to surprise me for my birthday but the date of my birth passed by without me receiving even their greetings. So after school, I usually went home right away thinking if i did something wrong.

One day, they invited me out to eat and watch a movie. I did my best to please them. I paid for our meal and the movie tickets. I even bought popcorn and soda. All my efforts did not go in vain because they invited me out more often.

It wasn't like how we were before, it was more like an exchange. I would pay for everything they want and they let me hang out with them. I was so happy when they started calling me at home again. Although they asked me to do some things for them and a copy of our assignments and bring home exams, I didn't mind at all. We used to do these things even before.

Didn't that just mean we were back to being friends again?

I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.

At first, it was just the assignments and quizzes but at one point, they asked if I could make their reports and do our group work alone. They said it was an emergency and as a good friend, how could I not help them, right?

It was difficult trying to make assignments for 7 people—8 including my own but it was all worth it because we hung out more often and I wasn't left alone at school anymore. Even though i still had to do school works alone and pay for our food and the things we did, I had my friends again.

Yeah, we were friends.

Even if they denied knowing me when I fell down and made a mess of myself in a crowd of people, we were still friends. Even if they left me alone at detention when i took the blame for how they vandalized school property, we were friends. Even if they never once visited me at the hospital when i was sick due to fever and anemia, we were still friends.

We were friends... right?

When we graduated, they asked me to take several pictures with the 7 of them in different poses. Seeing their smiles in the camera, I felt something inside me snapped.

Before i knew it, I had thrown the camera in one of their heads as she fell back and touched it with blood dripping, the sleeves of her toga showed red which soon caused her to faint.

Before they could react, I lifted up a table to hit 4 of them down, the impact hit them on the ribs and they couldn't lift the table up due to the pain. I lunge down at one of them as she fell on the floor and I punched her several time until blood oozed out of her face and she lost consciousness. The last one tried to run but I grabbed her hair and smashed her head on the floor. I think it broke her nose because before people restrained me, it had blood dripping on her nostrils and her nose wasn't aligned with her mouth. I also saw her spit out 2 of her teeth.

I don't know how they saw me at that moment but i knew one thing for certain: We were not friends. We never have and will never be.

Since I was underaged, they sent me to rehab. My parents felt ashamed of me so nobody went to visit.

The people here usually kept to themselves so aside from the workers and the psychiatrists we didn't interact much. A month has passed and I'm still at rehab. Though not many people talk to me, I made a friend.

We had a lot of similarities, although she had a lot of deficiencies, it was okay. I liked her for keeping me company. I didn't need to ask for her to follow me, she just does it on her own. She doesn't really talk much. I usually do the talking in our conversations while she sometimes teases me by mimicking the things that I do. It was great to have a friend and I realized she has been with me for a long time. I just didn't notice her. I'm glad I had a true friend that even followed me to rehab just to make sure I was doing well.

However, it makes me sad that she won't be with me anymore when i die. But it makes sense, since there's no light when your buried six feet under the ground.