My Best Friend

My Best Friend

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Dear Diary,

I miss my best friend. Sarah is gone. And I miss her so much.

She wanted me to push that boy, Derek, of the school balcony because he put gum in my hair. I had to chop off my hair with a pair of kitchen scissors. And that made Sarah so angry.


You see, she loved my hair. She told me, I shouldn't take it. She told me I should seek revenge. But I refused.

She's made me do bad things before.

She made me kill old Mrs. Bennet's cat after she complained of my music bothering her. Mommy had taken away my electric guitar and I was heartbroken. Sarah was furious. She told me, I needed to teach old Mrs. Bennet a lesson. And I did. I locked that cat in a box and threw it in the river.


Sarah was proud of me.

I was happy again. I was always happy with Sarah.

But she told me to hurt Derek, like she made me hurt Cindy, the first time we met.


Cindy used to stick notes with bad names on my bag. Everyone called me by those names. I used to cry in the toilet. One day, Sarah found me, alone and teary eyed. And she gave me courage. She motivated me to do the right thing. So I tampered with Cindy's bike. It's been two years. Cindy is still in a wheelchair.

I hurt Matt, Bobby, Mr. Springer's parrot, Miss. Lane, and Yonda's dog. But after mommy and daddy, I didn't feel like hurting Derek.

I felt I was done listening to her because I was at peace. All the people who hated me had either learned their lesson or were dead. 

And that hurt Sarah. She thought I was being foolish. So she stopped talking to me. She had been ignoring me for days. And I got mad. So, so mad...


Last night she came by. She told me, I had one last chance to hurt Derek. That if I didn't, she would leave me forever.

But I didn't want to hurt Derek and I didn't want to lose her. I begged her not to leave.

She refused and as she got up to left, I got hold of her. She struggled but I banged her head against the wall. And she pushed me and I fell on my back..

When I woke up, she was gone. I couldn't find her. I looked around but everything was so dark.


I wanted Sarah. I needed Sarah.

But she was gone.

I drove her away. It's all my fault. 

I lay on my bed, crying, for hours. And when I got exhausted, I went to the bathroom to wash my face and find painkillers for my splitting headache.

As I walked in, I found Sarah, by the sink and I barely recognized the hollow-eyed girl staring at me, her forehead cracked open. 


"Oh, Sarah, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Can we be friends again?"

Sarah stared at me. "No!", she growled. I lost it again. And I punched her.

I went back to my room and removed the mirror shards poking out of my knuckles. How did they get there? I don't know. But that doesn't bother me. I don't know a lot of things.

However, I know this - no one would notice. No one would look for me. No one would miss me. So, I packed a bag and I left.

It's been fifteen days. I still miss my best friend.


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