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Started by Beliath , Nov 11th 2022 07:17
Beliath - Nov 11th 2022 07:17
He was my best friend.
What could I have done either way? I wouldn’t torture him with a “ It’s either Me or her” situation, I was not that kind of person, I wouldn’t want to make him suffer.
He was my best friend, though.
I were right to be jealous of her,Because suddenly, that girl, that gorgeously sweet girl came by and stole his heart with those stupidly doll- like blue eyes, with her Sickingly pale skin, with her tiny waist and poisonous toungue.
She was everything I was not, she was my living antithetical figure: where my own skin was tanned, Hers was Porcelain white. Where I was well tall ( for my age at least, being well about 5”3ft.) She stood in the morning at nothing but 4”10 feet in one sock, Where I had curly, jet black hair, she had blond, Vanilla like tresses, She always wore long dresses and I wore crude messes.
She had everything I had not: a group of five wealthy friends, who would go out every night to live their teenage daydream lives. She had pretty dresses, skirts, shoes, trousers, shirts. She had the world, and I had nothing… Nothing but him.
He was the only thing keeping me there, to be very honest. He was my everything, my fire, my sin and my soul. Though we were both rather different ( Him liking Books and technology and I liking Anime and k-pop ), we got along very well. We spent lunch times, break times and the mornings alongside one another. We were always together, until she came by, that is. When she arrived, batting her cartoon eyes his way, he stopped paying attention to me. Slowly, he would come up with excuses not to meet me up in the mornings every now and then. Then, he would come up with reasons not to stay with me during lunch, and finally, he would leave mid way during our few minutes together at break.
I would see them now and then. Walking around, holding hands in the school playground, sharing kisses in the moment before parting to their own classes. I would always see them. I felt creepy, watching from afar his heart being stolen away by that snake with blue eyes.
I was jealous. Toxic, acidic jealousy burned a hole through my chest, burning hatred violating my guts every second I remained in class, for they were both in my English. I wanted to take her neck onto my own hands and break it. But of course, I wouldn’t do so, I wouldn’t have the guts to anyways. It was only a violent fantasy of mine. Still, though, I did have a rather interesting plan in mind for this very specific lesson.
I sneaked something, something interesting under her table, which across the room hid a bush of poison ivy, a gruesome, strange itch hid under the hard willow wood, But gods once I heard her high pitched scream, then I knew, I knew she had found it, I knew she realised her mistake, embarrassing jumping onto her feet, running to the infirmary, never more getting on the way of him and I.
But then I knew it, only then, a day after, once I spotted her hand covered by bandages: She would never make that mistake again
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