Erase Me From Your Mind

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Caitlyn's father died in a car accident eleven years ago. Since then, she and Mia became best friends and they've went through good and bad times together. At the age of seventeen, Caitlyn discovered a sickness and underwent treatments. Could Caitlyn survive through all those pain?

Submitted: April 08, 2011

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It was a cozy morning as it was drizzling outside. “What a perfect day to sleep in!” I thought. I stole a glance at my alarm clock and immediately sprang out of bed. I will be late for school if I do not hurry. I put my clothes on, raced down the stairs; stuffed a piece of toast into my mouth and headed out of the house. I was chewing on the toast while admiring the scenery outside the window when something on the radio struck my attention. It was a dialogue among the announcer and a listener. Their conversation reminded me of my best friend. Friends are like diamonds, dear and rare. They play an important role in our life. Majority people have many friends, but very few people have a lot of real friends. It is not easy to make a true friend. It takes a long time for two people to actually get to know and understand each other. Therefore, friendship is very valuable. It may take a year to know a person completely, but it only takes a minute to ruin all the precious moments and memories two person share. People today have lost sight of what a true friendship is. Friends do not have to share the exact same traits. You can not expect someone to have the same characteristics as you. Friends have their similarities and differences. We have to accept each others faults. That is the key to opening up the world of friendship. Some people might think that quarreling may cause a friendship to end. They just take everything in no matter how unreasonable their friends are. But at times, it is actually healthy to argue with your friends. It is the way two people get to know one another more. I have a friend named Caitlyn whom I knew since I was six. We went to the same school since first grade. Her family moved to a house a few streets away from mine fifteen years ago. Caitlyn’s father was involved in a car accident eleven years back and died after sustaining severe head injuries. Her mother went through a hard time as she had to go through grief, depression, and adapting to a new stage in life as a single parent. All in all, Caitlyn’s mother is not one to give up easily. She worked hard to make sure that her family is happy, contented and peaceful. Caitlyn and her mother both started to move on at creating new memories, through the joys and challenges of everyday life not long after her father’s death. Every morning, I used to walk to school with Caitlyn and was always the first one to greet her. We had lunch together in the cafeteria every day, chilled with each other after school and went shopping together during the weekends. Our favourite hang out spot was the attic in my house. I used to dress up as a groom and Caitlyn as a bride when we were young. We imagined every detail of our wedding during our childhood days. We used to sit in the attic and spend hours talking about school life, cute guys in school and even the latest celebrity gossips when we were teens. Some nights we would have a slumber party over at my house. Both of us and a few friends used to hide under a warm, fuzzy blanket and tell scary stories. We also enjoyed Halloween. It was our favourite celebration throughout the year. We would dress up as angels, attend parties and go trick-or-treat. When we completed high school, we had even thought of enrolling in a same university. It was somewhere in June when our school held an annual sports day. Caitlyn was selected to participate in the 200 meters game. We woke up to a sunny morning and saw the rays of sun shine through the blinds. We were so excited for the big day! Even though I was not taking part in any of the events, I was still happy to be there to cheer for my best friend. We had a light breakfast before mom dropped us off at school. The teachers on duty made the contestants to assemble in the waiting room. I had no choice but to roam around in the sports center, waiting for the events to begin. Not long after the principal finished her speech, the games started. I waited anxiously for Caitlyn’s turn to show off her talents. Finally, it was her turn. I clapped so loudly that I was sure that I have drawn many people’s attention. They must thought I was going crazy. It was a very interesting competition indeed. But when Caitlyn was about to reach the finishing line, something went wrong. My brain could not interpret what had just happened. All I could remember was seeing her collapse like a pack of soft cards towards the ground. The school authority dialed the emergency line and Caitlyn was sent to the hospital. Her mother was informed about Caitlyn’s condition and arrived at the hospital 20 minutes later. Her face looked pinched, her eyes glassy. I thought she was going to cry, but surprisingly, she did not let a single tear escape from her eyes. The doctor explained Caitlyn’s condition and suggested it is best for her to go through a thorough body check. When the report was out, we learned that Caitlyn was suffering from some kind of heart defect – Atrial Septal Defect (ASD). I did not understand what I just heard, as if my brain was short-circuited and needed to be rebooted. Around me, everything was in fast-forward while I was motionless in the middle of it all. How could all this happen to my best friend? The doctor made it clear that Caitlyn has to undergo a surgery due to her severe condition. We were all very worried about her sickness. Even though the surgery was successful, it is obvious that Caitlyn has grown weaker. I have not seen her smile since the day she knew about her sickness. Suddenly there was an aura of grey around her. It was a mist that wouldn't rise. A state of depression that she couldn't see herself through. Caitlyn could not stop crying. Even I, being her best mate, did not know what to say to her. Her eyes were puffy from crying because she couldn't stop crying for the last three days. She was dehydrated, and sore. Sobs raked her body, no one should be able to cry that hard. She had not even cried that hard when her dad died. As time passed, she began to accept her fate. She tried to live her life to the fullest, stopped her family and friends from worrying for her, and attempted to brighten everyone. It was a Sunday evening when I got a call from Caitlyn’s mother, asking me to go to see Caitlyn. We promised to be there for each another no matter what. Without hesitating, I grabbed a bunch of keys and my sweater and headed to the hospital. Her face looked as white as a sheet of paper, and her blue eyes did not seem to be very happy. I held her hands as we talked for several hours. I kept holding my tears back and assured myself that everything is going to be fine. I didn’t want to look like I was sad. I did not want to witness her cry. It was around 1.00 a.m. when she suggested that the both of us should spend some quiet moments together. I rested my head on the bed, still holding her hands. Within seconds, I felt her pulse stop pumping. A flood of tears gushed down my ashen pale cheeks when I saw her eyes shut, knowing that I could do nothing to make them look back at me. I let my tears dry up, lying beside my best friend, spending her last moments with her. After Caitlyn’s funeral, her mother handed me a note. “Dear friend, I’m glad to have you as my best friend. I hope I’ll get to spend my last moments with you. We’ve been through many good and bad times together. Honestly, without you, my life wouldn’t have been so colorful. I’m grateful to have you as a friend. Don’t be sad. Forget about me. You have to move on with your life and live it to the max! I just hate to say goodbye but I know I have to do this. So long Mia. I hope we’ll be best mates again some day.” Though Caitlyn left me three years ago, I still keep the memories we share in my mind. She is my best friend in my entire life. Even though we could not be together, she will always be in my heart. This is what friends are for. Staring at the note that she’d given to me three years back, I couldn’t help but smiled. I tucked the note back into my pocket and drove off to school.


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