Hey y'all. So this little fic is based off of something I'm going through right now. I had to write it down, just to release the emotions. It was very cathardic. I'm rambling...anyways, tell me what you think. And if you haven't noticed, the next chapter of Redefine Reality is up. Read and Review!
Replacement: a person or thing that serves to replace another; one who assumes the former role, position, or function of another.
Replacement is a funny thing. At first, you don't even know you're being replaced. You try to make excuses. They're just having a bad day, don't want to talk to anyone, or are tired. But eventually the excuses run out and you realize the worst. You're being replaced.
I didn't know I was being replaced. We were supposed to be best friends. And then one day I saw them with her. It was then I knew. I was being replaced and she was my replacement.
I studied them. I watched how they interacted with her, if they treated her different than they used to treat me. Her interests, hobbies, that sort of thing to see how similar she was to me. There were some similarities, I have to admit. But we were completely different people. And yeah, they had some things in common that we didn't, but there were always differences in any relationship. She didn't know them like I do. But it didn't matter. Because I was old news, and she was the next big thing.
I thought best friends meant more. I thought we truly were that, best friends. They were like my family. I was theirs. But like that one old, drunk uncle that everyone has (or at least I do), they slowly started to slip through my fingers and say that they didn't know me.
"Her? Oh I knew her once, a long time ago," would be the truthful answer. But their reply was never that simple. It was a lie. "Oh yeah! We're best friends." Best friends who haven't said more than three words to each other in over a month.
Replacement is a funny thing. Once you've been replaced, you, whether you like it or not, have to find new friends. Because otherwise, you become the weird girl who sits by herself and has no social life, no matter how many examples you provide to contradict that.
When you're being replaced, the people who are replacing you will test the waters a little; see if it's really what they want. They can go weeks without talking to you and then one day come up to you and act like you talk all the time.
Don't pull me closer just to push me away again.
Being replaced hurts. But eventually, you get used to it. You learn to pick yourself up and go on without them. You knew deep down that they were too good for you anyways. They deserve better. They deserve more. But there will always be that small part of you inside that aches when you see them, because you know that could have been you. You'll feel sad about it and might even lose sleep, but you stop because you realize that doing so won't change anything.
Avoidance becomes key. If you don't have to see them, you don't have to hurt. You don't have to deal with the awkward stares and glances in the hallways. And eventually, the pain starts to disappear a little.
Your parents will ask if you're okay. "We're worried about you," seems to be the favorite phrase. You shrug it off, telling them you're fine and that nothing's wrong. Lying's easier than telling the truth.
And ultimately, you will be fine. Until that one day, when you see them, who used to be your best friends, with her. Bam. It hits you like a ton of those red bricks.
Replacement: a person or thing that serves to replace another; one who assumes the former role, position, or function of another.
"Friends": The replacement needs work.