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Betrayal. I roll the word around my tongue like candy, relishing in its bitter taste...

Submitted: December 19, 2014

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Betrayal. I roll the word around my tongue like candy, relishing in its bitter taste. Watching the two boys walk along the gravel road together, their chubby arms wrapped affectionately around each other, a pain burrns inside me so strong I can hardly contain it. It's funny, how quickly feelings can change. It takes something big though, to alter your emotions. Like rejection. Isolation. Betrayal. 

Like what happened to me. 

We used to be best friends, all three of us. Sitting by the creek, munching on our make-believe sandwhiches. I always enjoyed it there, watching the water, a thousand wisps of silk winding and twirling down a never-ending path. The sun would reflect of the surface of our golden hair, making it sparkle like a pool of sapphires. Things like that would always fascinate me.

Everything about the time I spent by the creek seemed so...real. I didn't think that any of us could forget those days we spent together. 

But they have. 

I hear the familiar crunch of gravel under rubber sandals and it breaks me away from my thoughts. I look up and watch as dust devils dance along the dry and crackled around. I smell the familiar fresh scent of the pine trees in the distance. But I don't feel anything. Seeing them walking together, their strong arms swinging in time with their long legged strides, their broad shoulders nudging each other playfully - 

I feel numb. 

The day they left me behind was truly horrible. The day that they decided they didn't need me anymore. The day they decided adding two and two together was easier than playing with me. They say that time changes you; they say that three's a crowd, but I never really believed any of it until I saw it for myself. Two figures sitting next to each other, empty eyes staring blankly at a flashing screen, barely blinking. Signs of worry etched permanently on their foreheads like a sketch, signs of time wasted. Seeing them oblivious to the world outside, the excitement hidden within it - it was unbearable to watch. 

Boys replaced with men. 

Stories replaced with computers.

The unseen replaced with the seen.

Dreams replaced with reality. 

They are getting closer now. To the place that we used to go together, the place that I never get to see anymore. Don't they know it won't be the same without me? Soon they will reach the edge of the forest, its luscious leaves beckoning them forward. They will enter into the comfort of its vast green shade, probably to meet the two girls that now take up all of their time. They seem to like them a look, with their kind eyes and friendly smiles.

But I don't like them. Not one bit.

When you trust two people as much as I did, you give everything to them. All of your creativity. Your joy. Your love. 

Things like that are hard to get back. 

I don't understand what I did wrong. Did I say something? Do something? I hardly ever talked, and I did whatever they wanted me to. Those boys were the boss of me, but I didn't mind. 

I like people telling me what to do. 

The sun hangs low in the sky, red, orange and pink drizzling down and fading into the land. It will be night soon. The boys will get back into their cars and drive away, a small cloud of dust serving as the only reminder of their visit. 

And I will be all alone.

As they stand on the edge of the forest, my mind begs them to turn around, to call me over, to take me with them. Why don't they listen to me? I open my mouth, but no words come out. After only a few seconds the two of them continue to move into the forest, deeper and deeper until I can't even see them anymore.

They don't look back. 

Fine. I don't need them anyway. Swallowing down the agonizing pain that is threatening to overtake, I try to think of something positive. Maybe I'll find some new people to play with. People that won't forget me, people that wont leave me behind. Getting someone to like me isn't too hard a task. In fact, some people could argue that I am the best friend anyone could ever have.

Because I listen. Because I keep all of your secrets. Because I'm there for you when you're lonely. Because I can change you. Because I can be anything you want me to be. The sky's the limit.

But you have to keep playing with me. No matter what. 

I'm nothing without you.

Just don't listen to the people who say I'm not real. 

Because what would life be like without your imagination?


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