Bruised and Broken

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Unfinished story.

Alex and Sandra have been best friends ever since they were young. But one event led to another and things began to change for the two of them.

Submitted: August 23, 2013

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I wrote this a couple months back and I don't know how to add to this anymore, but I'd like to get some feedback on what I have so far.

Watching her in sorrow, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for causing her this pain. It was no one’s fault really, but it made my heart ache to see her this way. The Sandra I knew never cried. She was strong and beautiful. In fact, I never saw her cry until now. I wanted so much to console her. She was my best friend after all. But I couldn’t.

“Alex…” I was startled at hearing my name, but realized no one was calling me. Sandra didn’t know I was there. “Sandra,” I whispered weakly, “Please don’t cry.” She continued sobbing into the pillow I gave her in the past. I left not able to take seeing her that way anymore. It was cruel to leave her in that state, but I knew I’d lose it if I stayed any longer.

Sandra lived alone after her mom left her when her father died of a heart attack. She never looked affected then and always showed me the brightest smiles despite her situation. Unlike her, I had both my parents who always seemed to be out working anyway. We became best friends and depended on each other for almost everything. I was supposed to be her protector, but never did she ever need to be protected. We had a lot of fun times and our own little adventures of mischief sometimes.

But those times have passed and things have changed.

 

"No.." I watched in dread as I followed her and realized what she was planning, "Please, stop this. Don't do this, Sandra." The money she held out was soon replaced by a piece of paper divided into multiple squares. She nodded at the hooded man as she left his presence staring intently at the 'paper.'

She walked at a quick pace with her eyes darting from left to right. Reaching her apartment building, she ran inside and locked herself in her room."Alex," she breathed ripping of part of the paper, "I'm sorry. I have to do this. Goodbye." She closed her eyes as a tear escaped. There was nothing I could do.

After a couple of minutes, a fit of giggles escaped her lips as she smiled an unfamiliar smile. Her eyes were distant and looked as if she were in her own world. This was definitely not the Sandra I knew. I had lost even her now.

I watched her laugh and talk to herself incoherently. Some words I could make out, like 'Alex' and 'come back' that she often said in between giggles. She looked so vulnerable and unreachable even to me. I was even more useless now. Why was I still here anyway?

“I-I love you Alex!” Sandra cried more cheerfully than normal snapping me out of my thoughts. “But you’re dead now, so I can’t tell you anymore.” I love you too. She was so lost in her own world, but this time her words were real. I felt the pain I felt the first time I saw her cry again. I loved her more than I thought, and seeing her like this is breaking me. I wanted to touch her more than anything, and tell her that I was right beside her.

Hours later, she passed out on her rug. I whispered the song she taught me when we were younger and caressed her hair not caring whether I was dead or not. There was a reason I was still roaming the earth, and I believed Sandra was the reason. This beautiful broken girl needed me, even if I wasn’t alive. Even if she didn’t know I was there, I needed to snap her out of it somehow.


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