Friend Request

May 23, 2012
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Don't you hate it when your heart gets shattered into a googolplex of pieces? When the person you trusted above all others destroys everything that you thought you had. When you feel like there's nothing left in your heart but a faint trickle of blood and the memory of beating.

And somewhat after this heartbreak, you feel numb. There isn't any feeling in your flesh. You pinch yourself occasionally to make sure you aren't dead. Your brain cease to process thoughts completely. You get muddled feelings that are often irrational.

A faint knocking pricks at your subconsciousness. It wants you to let out all of the anger; all of the frustration; all of the sadness; all of the fears. You refuse and shove those feelings back into the desecrated and wounded place that they surfaced from.

After days of feeling nothing, of hiding from the pain that threatens to break you, you open up. You let some of those feelings trickle out of your decrepit heart like blood from a torn stitch. You tell someone how you feel. They listen intently, absorbing your words and your pain. You let it all out; the tears and sobs that rack your shoulders, and the searing depression flaming metallically on the tip of your tongue. They comfort and condole you. 

Little do you know, the most detrimental blow to your soul is about to take place

Your best friend stands up and walks away from you. You watch as she leaves, her shoulders set in a confident fashion. She makes her way to that killer of hearts that you once loved, and wraps one of her languid arms around his waist. He leans down and kisses her. Your world has officially been crushed into dust, and all of your feelings stop.

Eventually you wake from your reverie, and feel something. The stab mark in your back will heal, but the black, puckered scar will always remindyou of the betrayal that took place. 

You might find a candle in this darkness. A friend that won't hurt you. A friend that I love to talk to. Someone I would give anything to be friends with. If we were friends, that would be enough. I wouldn't mind if we didn't date. That was be difficult, as he lives like a bazillion miles away. I just want to be able to talk to him. For him to be there for me when I'm down. I know I only met him a few days ago, but he's been so nice to me. He's not like other people who want something in trade for niceness. He's just nice in general. He's a friend that won't hurt you. A friend that remains behind blue eyes.

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Zombiekityy said...
Jun. 1, 2012 at 1:56 pm
With what I said was, "If its about you, you'll get it." I meant, "If this has happened to you, you will understand the emotion and feeling I was writing here."
TheaterGirl said...
May 30, 2012 at 2:48 pm
i totaly get it my bf just broke up with me and im crushed. i then realized he was cheating on me with my friend so hurt!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Zombiekityy replied...
Jun. 1, 2012 at 2:00 pm
See, you understand. This was something that happened to me a few years ago, and I jotted this down in an old notebook. And the person behind blue eyes is actually multiple people. I put "he" becasue the  majority of those people are male.
Ultim@te said...
May 29, 2012 at 7:43 pm
Good word choice
lovelivesinthesun said...
May 28, 2012 at 12:13 am
I like it, but it is a little cliché
Ecrivain This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 25, 2012 at 6:09 pm
I really like this. I like your voice in the story. There are a few errors, but it doesnt detract from the story overall. I also like the second person perspective and the ending is really interesting. Good work and keep writing! 
Zombiekityy replied...
Jun. 1, 2012 at 2:07 pm
Thank you for all of your support adn compliments. It really means a lot to me.
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