True Tales

The Memory That Kept Me Alive

“You and I are going to be best friends forever. Promise?”

“Promise.”

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I often recall the old times we used to spend together.

When the rain was still merry, and when society didn’t take our innocent away.

This room used to have Barbie dolls, and fake tea cups, but now it’s just piled up with laundry and textbooks.

Photos of us were still treasured in my phone, but that was all in the past.

I didn’t understand why she disappeared.

The beginning of highschool brought me the feeling of freedom.

I let myself forget about her, and blend into the crowd, but there’s no where I can escape.

“Get out of my way, freak.”

It was happening again.

I bumped into the lockers as he shoved  me. I remain silent, and let them mock me.

I thought I could get through this part of my life without any trouble, but Jack Wyler came back.

He knew the Josie from the past.

Rumors spreaded out of his mouth like wild fire.

I didn’t do anything, because it was my fault in the first place.

If only I had introduced her, letting them know I wasn’t speaking to myself, then perhaps I wouldn’t deserve this.

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The door shut behind me with a soft breeze trailing after.

I kicked off my sneakers, abused by years of wearing.

The lonely sound of the news from the T.V filled the still room.

There was no sign of living creatures.

I passed the ancient kitchen and made my way up the stairs, as the worn out wood groan under my footsteps.

My bedroom door, coated with childish stickers, was slightly opened.

I swear I closed it when I left this morning.

A quiet chill ran down my back. As swiftly as I can, I snatched a textbook out of my ripped backpack.

Swallowing the bitter bile in my throat, I cracked the door open.

Screaming with my eyes closed, I smashed the empty air.

“Hey! Stop it. It’s me!” My body froze.

I peeked open my eyes.

There she was, in her classic dyed hair, with as many colour as the rainbow.

She had her dull necklace still secured around her neck.

“Janet?” I asked, almost to myself. “Janet?” I repeated, with my eyebrows knotted.