~Based off of a true story~
Note: Story Is Exaggerated to make for the feel of what I was going for
'Anything in italics are what was personally felt by the victim. Somewhat of a 'diary entry' type of thing'
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I can't take this torture anymore. It's eating me up inside. I thought we were friends. I thought he knew me. I thought I knew him... I see him off in the distance, but I don't dare approach him. I'm scared of denial, of rejection, of hate. The last time we've spoken was when he told me I had been cheating. He's been avoiding me, ignoring me ever since that day. The only time he comes anywhere near me is if he's with his friends. We've known each other for so long... It's only been one day, but it has felt like a year. We became closer and closer as the weeks, the months, and soon the year passed. We would be there for each other, through thick and through thin. But that has not lasted as long as I had hoped. I can't stand him anymore. My friends say to give it time, that he's coming for me, and not the people I'm with, but I doubt it.
He was in the same room as me. For once. But then- I realized, he wasn't here for me. He was here for my friends... I called him over, motioned him over, said hey, said his name. Nothing worked. He was ignoring me. The perfect friendship, shattered. Broken. Just like my heart. How could my closest, dearest friend, avoid me like this...
I saw him yet again the next day, but wouldn't speak to me. My friends wanted to go tell him the pain and suffering he'd caused me but I wouldn't dare let them. Maybe it wasn't because of that day. I would only ruin my chance of becoming friends with him again. I tried to fix my heart, but the gap just became wider and wider the more I tried. I realized that only the one who broke it, could mend it back together. I thought, and I knew that day would come, but I was desperate. I couldn't have this go on, and I once again, tried myself. This time, it was two more mistakes away from a total breakdown, a killing, a failure.
I saw him again. This time he came to me. My friends thought he had come over it, that we were okay now. My heart started to piece back together. He had chosen me over my friends this time, and I knew it was going to be alright. I was just going to be with my other friend for two minutes and he was alright with it. He said it was okay. He was paired up with the random person for those 2 minutes. When I went back to go to him, he refused. He wanted to stay with that random person, instead of me. I felt my heart break all over again. All the pieces that he mended, we're torn more than ever...
During those two minutes, the person he was with, just left, out of the blue. He then, decided to leave as well, quickly, not giving me enough time to tell him goodbye. I knew I was unwanted right there. Holding back my tears, I continued to rotate. Soon enough, he came back, but he once again, ignored me. I wanted to say something to him, but fear kept me from doing so. I kept my distance to ensure I would not ruin more of our friendship than it already has. I wish he wasn't that cold to me. I wish he could acknowledge me, my fear, my pain, my sadness, and my heart. He's known me for such a long time, yet he can't recognize the torture he has put me through. My life, horrible, depressing, upsetting, worthless. But I have to live on long enough. Just long enough for him to finally see through the pain and sadness that I felt for a long time. Just long enough for him to realize, I need him.
I have been able to carry on without him. Life is worth living now. I do feel sadness deep within my heart, but it does not affect me as it used to. Maybe one day, just maybe, I will be able to call him my best friend once again. Maybe he won't be so cold hearted. Maybe he will understand. I genuinely hope that one day, we will be friends, maybe, once again.
