The End

February 27, 2010
By ocean1609 BRONZE, Winter Harbor, Maine
ocean1609 BRONZE, Winter Harbor, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
"I love life. Without it I wouldn't be living."

This is it? This is how it's going to end? Us fighting over the phone at eleven at night? How could he do this to me? I thought he was different.

“All you do is bring drama into my life, and I already have enough of that.” He said harshly. I was already so furious, and this just crossed the line. It took all of my strength to not hang up the phone right then. But I wanted to hear what he had to say. A part of me just wouldn't let me hang up the phone. That was a mistake.

“Ben, all I do is try to help you. I don't understand how you can possibly accuse me of bringing drama into your life, when all I do is help you.” I said through clenched teeth. I had tears coming to my eyes.

“Look, I'm just done. I can't do this anymore. If you wont give this another chance, I can't just be friends. I just can't. It will hurt me too much. Bye Christine.” He said hanging up. The hot tears spilled over, and a sob escaped my lips. I hate those words. Good bye. I hate them. How can he just end this after everything we have been through together? He is my best friend, the one person that has managed to break down all of my walls.

I throw the phone across the room in rage, and go look for a sweatshirt. I know it is pouring outside, but I can't stand to be in the house for another minute. I grab my I-pod and shut the door behind me. I start walking down my road into the darkness. As I continue to walk, my mind racing, I can't help but wonder what I am going to do next. My best friend, the one person I have ever said I love you too, is gone.

The rain has already soaked through my sweatshirt, and begins to drip down my face. That's fine with me, it hides my tears. All I can feel is a pain where my heart used to be. I text my friend Brian, and he instantly begins to worry. “I can come get you if you need me too.” he texts me. “No, I just need to....get away. From everything.” I send him. I turn off my phone, and jam it in my pocket. As I rounded the corner at the end of my road, I realized I was still wearing the necklace he gave me. I rip it from my neck, breaking the chain, and throw it into the woods as far as I can muster.

I drop to my knees, emotionally exhausted. How can someone feel so alone?

The author's comments:
This is a true experience. It was not fun.

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