When Nathan called me I was completely unprepared, I was wearing my Spongebob boxer,comfortable slippers, and a wife beater. I looked gross. Mostly because I had been sick for about a week. I had walked to the bathroom and looked at myself,my hair was curly, my eyes had goo in them, and my nose was red. I hopped in to the shower as fast as possible as to not frighten even my own self. As I was showering I began to think about school, and how I’ve missed so much. I thought about my favorite class, history. I remembered my favorite chapter in my History book,chapter 97.
‘It was a cold night. You and your bestfriend had been coming out of a theatre, and were on your way home. You had been wearing your favorite black and red camouflage skinnies, a Marilyn Manson shirt, and DC’s. You had to look your best, not that it was a date, but you knew she would take a million pictures of you. Which she did. She had been dressed in, distressed shortyshorts , colorful Osiris, and your favorite blue checkered print flannel. Your mind wandered to if she was wearing a shirt underneath it, but you stopped yourself. You stood close to each other, but that wasn’t out of the usual. What was out of the usual is that she began to link her arm to yours. She whispered ,’Abrahim, I’m scared.’
You knew she was, she never said your full name. You tensed up. Your eyes wandered to a group of older kids huddled together, looking at the two of you. She clung to you tighter. You both began to walk faster, worried. ’Hey Faggots!!’,one shouted. You continued to ignore them. ‘Did you hear me!?’, the same one shouted. She let go of your arm and began to run like Hell. ‘’Hurry,Abrahim,hurry!’ You ran the fastest you could run. But they were faster. They caught up to you in no time, and even though she could’ve made it, she came back to you. She came back. She was stupid enough to come back. She loved you enough to comeback. ‘Leave, Breanna, just go!!’,you shouted. But that wasn’t the way she was. She kicked one of the guys in the head, and he fell to the ground. But she couldn’t just knock out five more guys like it was that simple again. Four of them where fighting her, and only one fighting you. Obviously they had priorities, and getting the one that would fight back came first. You felt like a pussy. You were a pussy. You watched as she began to get tired, as she began to struggle to keep fighting, as she kicked and threw hard punches. And you watched, continued to watch as they began to stab her, as the blood began to soak up your flannel, as she began to fall to the ground, as she began to spit up blood. You watched. Her last breath, you watched. You watched as they began to come for you. The shiny blades pierced through your stomach. You fainted. They finally left you. You woke back up, wondering how you’ve even managed to survive from all the blood loss. You saw your best friend, sprawled on the ground, just a few feet away from you. You knew she was dead. But you ignored it. You tried to crawl to her. It burnt your insides to move, but somehow you managed it. You sat up right, and coughed up purple blood. You then held her. Like a mother would hold her baby, and even though you were weak, you realized how much lighter she was now that her soul had left her body. You put her head upon her shoulder and cried,’Don’t go,don’t go,don’t go.’
But you knew she was already gone.’
I had read that chapter so many times it was glued in my brain. And I loved every word of it. Not in a psychopath kind of way, but in a ' I'm loved' kind of way. I finally got out of the shower realizing that I must of been in there forever. I wrapped myself in a fuzzy towel and picked up my phone from the bathroom counter-thing. '27 text messages,4 missed calls,1 voicemail',I have to say, I wansn't suprised,I mean,I did have the beer.
