I sit down on the dirty road, giving up. I can't keep going anymore. My legs hurt. I'm scared and alone. This darkness is overwhelming. I thought I was a star; I thought I could shine. But I can't.
I was a small, unlit candle; until I met you.
I first saw you at school that day; a day I will never forget. You were the strange, new girl, who always wore t-shirts and shorts. Your brown hair was in a messy fish tail and your blue eyes sparkled kindly. As soon as I noticed you, I knew you would be admitted into her group. I just know it wasn't meant to be. I wanted to be your friend; fate just won't let me. I thought I was going to be alone for eternity. I was wrong.
~8~
After school, you were the only one in the auditorium, watching me rehearse. I didn't know why you did that. You've never told me. When I finished my dance, you clapped. The sound bounced back and forth against the walls, and I couldn't help but smile for the first time. We became best friends after that. The time we spent together, those are the moments I will always cherish. You became a loser, though. She began to criticize you, but you didn't mind. You were awesome like that.
~8~
Then one day, something changed. You didn't come to school for one, two, three weeks. I got worried. You wouldn't even answer you phone, my messages. I didn't have the courage to go to your house; you know your parents hate me. I thought you abandoned me, but I know you will never do that. It's not possible. We were supposed to be biffles forever. Four weeks later, I found out. The principal's words still rang in my head, she went to God. She went to God.
I thought he was lying; I just couldn't believe it. My light slowly flickered out. He said you committed suicide. Why would you commit suicide? You were the teacher's pet, the school's sunshine, my best friend; everyone loved you.
~8~
Now, I know. I went to your house for the first time. Your parents moved; your house became abandoned. Hesitantly, I pushed the door open (it wasn't locked) and ascended the stairs. I walked into your room; I felt your presence again. For a moment, I just wanted to stand there forever, feeling your light. Then, I noticed the scraps of paper scattered around your desk, on the ground. I reached for a crumpled note in the wastebasket. It was addressed to me, your suicide letter. I remembered smoothing the edges and holding it to the sunshine. I remembered trying so hard not cry while I read the faded words.
Dear Sophie,
This is unexpected, but I'm leaving you. I'm sorry; I'll explain everything. I'm not what you think I am. I'm not a normal person; I'm a Vesper. You'll probably don't know what that is…they're your family's greatest enemy. It was my mission to spy on a Cahill, so I could be promoted to a higher rank. I know, that does not sound like me, but it's true. I was a power-hungry, mean-spirited person. Everything was an act. I already had my life set out, to destroy Natalie Kabra's life and become one of the Vespers' top ten agents. But, I met you, and you turned my plans upside down. I could've destroyed you life (since you're a Cahill, too), but I didn't. You looked so confident on the outside, but I know you're breaking in the inside. Your eyes were always so clouded and foggy. I wanted to guide you out of your darkness, so I became friends with you. I told my parents you were just my victim, my toy; I had to betray you one day. It is time, but I can't do it. We had this great connection; my hands didn't have the strength to hold the knife. I'm ashamed, please forgive me. I need to die, to save myself, to save you. Please, please, don't be mad. We are going to be best friends forever. That will never change, and I promise, we will meet again. I love you, Sophie. Keep walking strong!
Love,
Dawn.
You never gave the letter to me; you didn't have the courage. I understand; I would have been furious at you. You lied to me, you betrayed me, but I know you didn't mean it. I kept this letter –my treasure- forever, locked away in my jewelry box. I can't throw it out. It's my only memory of you. You, who helped me light my candle and walked, side by side, with me down the dark path. We are going to meet one day, and I believe you. You never went back on your promises.
~ (Two years later…) ~
Ouch, ouch, ouch. I blink my eyes into focus. I inhale some weird scent and sit up. I'm in a…hospital. I see my leg in a cast, and flashback to what happened earlier. Running to the post office, didn't noticing the car, getting hit. I rub my head tiredly, and that's when I notice the girl. She holds a cup of tea and places it on the nightstand.
"How are you feeling?" she asks.
I nod.
The girl looks about the same age as me. Her hair is blonde, but she has the same eyes as her. My lips automatically mouths, Dawn.
The girl sits by me and watches me drink the tea. It's her; it's her.
She smiles when I finish my cup and stands up.
"Your parents are coming to check on you. I should get going. Feel better," she says. She walks to the door and as her hand touches the doorknob, I croak, "Wait!"
She turns, her blue eyes twinkling. It makes me wants to break down and cry.
I hobble slowly to her, and hug her tightly. She gasps, confused, but doesn't push me away. She doesn't know, she doesn't know; she's my best friend. I let go and whispers, "Thank you."
The girl smiles, and walks away. I watch her, until she is out of my sight. It occurs to me that I never got her name. I sigh and hobble back to my hospital bed.
I never thought I meet her again. I saved her this time, just like she saved me. She is so much like Dawn; it's just a continuation of our friendship. I have never been so much happier.
You are my light. I'm walking down this path, glowing like an intense flame. It's all because of you; thank you.
Hai. :D This is my first entry for the Madrigals' prompt challenge, which is light. I hope I'm not to late. I'm such a procrastinator. =W= This one-shot isn't beta-ed, so there's probably a lot of mistakes. Oh well, I tried.
I wrote this story in Sophie Watson's point of view. When I first read her in The Black Book of Buried Secrets, I was intrigued by her. (I wish she could be in Cahills vs. Vespers, but sadly, that won't ever happen.) I wonder if she was ever lonely, because Natalie always made fun of her. Everyone feels lonely at times... :/ If not, she is OOC. xP At the end, I made her meet Reagan. I can't imagine her best friends with Natalie. x3 Sorry 'bout that... I hope you liked it! Please Review! ;D
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