“You shouldn’t have to think about it! You should know whether we’re friends or not. You are obviously too frown up to be hanging out with someone who likes who she is and sticks up for herself. I guess this is good-bye old friend” I said heartlessly and hung out my cell phone. I cried all that night. My first and only real friend didn’t even like me anymore. How was this happening? He called me at least 20 more times by the time I had turned my cell phone off. I decided not to worry my parents anymore and go for a walk to the graveyard, where my other real friend was buried. No, he wasn’t human like Joey, but he was better. He was my dog P.D. He’d died when I was eleven years old. As I walked, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched. I wouldn’t turn around. It would let whoever was there know I knew they were following me. I wasn’t afraid. I could fight. I had footballer friends who wanted me to be safe. I was sure that would be all pissed off at me now that I wasn’t friends with Joey anymore. I know everyone else would hate me and I would know what it was truly like to be an outcast. Suddenly the most beautiful and breath-taking figure was standing before me. It wore a black T-shirt that read ‘Vampire at Stopped Heart’ and over-sized black pants adorned its legs. I figured it was a dude. But I wasn’t sure. Then I saw him as he stepped into the light of a street-lamp. He had gorgeous long black hair and clashed with his flawless past white skin. Skin like mine, but even whiter. Was that possible? I just stared at him for a moment. His piercing green eyes stared into mine before suddenly he melted back into the shadows. I still stared at the point were he stood. “Hey wait!” I yelled after the beautiful figure. “What?” a calm voice asked behind me. I knew that voice. I turned around to stare Joey in the face. I glowered at him. “I wasn’t talking to you.” I snarled as he brushed his blonde hair out of his sparkling blue eyes. He looked at me and those eyes were puffy and red. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Too late for apologies” I snapped and turned around only to have his hand on my shoulder to turn me back. “Do you know why Gigi broke up with me?” he asked. I looked at him oddly and shook my head no. “Why’s that?” I asked meaning to hurt him. Instead he pulled me closer and whispered “Because I confessed that I have a crush on a certain gothic vampire obsessed girl.” He smiled. I pulled away “Ew” the idea was loathsome. Disgusting. Vile. Wrong. Disturbing. Must I continue? I started to walk away again and said with my back to him “Like you said, you’re too grown up for a girl that still plays with vampire dolls.” I knew he stood there because there were no footsteps. He stood there sobbing and I could tell. What did I care anymore? He was too grown-up. He said so himself. Don’t believe me? Just read back a few paragraphs. I was too immature to care or understand. But I still felt bad. Kinda. Since Joey probably knew where I was going I changed my course to an old dilapidated warehouse. No one really went there anymore. Everyone was afraid of it. They said it was haunted or something stupid like that.
~sweet~goth~ · Sun Sep 03, 2006 @ 01:25am · 1 Comments |