Jamila
Staring out at the starless, dark sky, I sighed. My legs felt weak and my wrists throbbed with pain, as if crying for them to be sliced open. Hearing the desperate begs, I decided to allow my vane to breathe.
Swiftly, I pulled the knife out of my pocket and drew across my vane a neat line, watching as the the warm, scarlet liquid flowed slowly from my wrist I sighed again, but this time it was a different sigh; a sigh of pain, sorrow, and relief.
"I would never go farther then this..." I mumbled to myself, and my words were true. I would never go further then a small slice, no bone. I would never cut too deep, I would never let myself sink as low as she did...I would be strong. Or at least try to.
Slowly, I stood and walked to the small lake to clean my arm. As I dipped my arm in I watch as the blood mix with the clear water, a smiled spread on my face. I thought I had everything under control, I thought nobody would know my secret, and nothing would get out of hand. As I washed off the remaining blood stains, I smirked.
After my wound was clean I stared at the bright red mark that slashed through my vane. Right below it were four more red marks.
"These scars are because of you, see what you've done to me!" I shouted into the empty air before falling to my knees in tears.
I hated to cry, it was a sign of weakness, a chance for somebody to hurt me more; but she had that affect on me. Just the very thought of her made my lip quiver.
As I placed my knife back into my pocket, I felt something brush over my finger. I pulled a folded up paper out of my pocket and opened it up.
The paper was worn out from being folded and unfolded so many times, and the edges were torn. The words, written in crayon, were faded but it was still readable. It read:
Jamila and Ella.
Best friends
and
Savers of lions.
I giggled as I read the faded green words. I've read that note so many times now, but each time I read it, I felt like crying but end up laughing. Ella, she was so sweet and kind, a true best friend...then she hit rock bottom; she couldn't handle the pressure of life anymore, and just gave up.
I remember the day we wrote this note, it was after we watched the Lion King movie. We were innocent little five year olds and we had an innocent little dream. A dream of flying to Africa and rescuing lions from hyenas.
Sadly, we never accomplished our goal of going to Africa. Ella hit rock bottom two months before she turned fifteen. And now, here I was, hanging by a thread. The only thing that kept me from falling was a promise. I promised Ella I'll never break, not like she did. Never.
Eiliyah
I walked quickly across the marble floor, the sound of my heels clicking against the glossy stone soothed me. Mom had news she wanted to tell the family.
My hand fell on the brass door knob and I twisted it slowly.
Once the door was wide open, I walked in with a smile that slowly faded once I saw Mom's face.
Shit, was it bad news? Mom's face didn't look as lively as it use to: her hair was pinned up in a bun(which she only did when she is too stressed or tired to blow dry it) and her eyes weren't that bright shade of blue I envied, they were pale and her expression was vexed.
"What's wrong?" I couldn't help but ask.
Mom nodded towards the small white couch on the left of me, I followed her gaze to see Dad fiddling with his fingers.
"What's wrong?" I repeated.
Mom exchanged a quick glance with Dad before speaking, "Eliyah, darling, we are moving to Africa."
My jaw dropped in horror, Africa? Are they kidding me, isn't Africa where they have starving children and houses made out of mud? Why the hell would we be going there?
"It's only temporary," Dad quickly added, "You know how we've been donating money to help build schools for the children there? Well, now I've been called to fly to Kenya-"
I blocked him out, I didn't need to hear any excuses. How could they be so selfish? Making me leave my awesome friends and amazing home for mud huts...
"Aren't you excited, Eliyah?" Mom pushed her lips tightly together and formed a smile. I knew that smile, it was her fake smile. I'm sure she hated the idea of going to Africa, just like me.
"Just think about all the fun we are going to have." She said, in a less then enthusiastic voice.
"Yeah," Dad chimed in, "and we will even be able to see wild lions. It'll be just like the Lion King movie. Didn't you always want to see a lioness like Nala?"
"Yeah," I rolled my eyes, "when I was five."
"Eliyah!" Mom snapped her fingers at me. "This is a wonderful opportunity to explore and have a better understanding of the world."
Oh, yeah. I'm sure she's been rehearsing that line for a while.
"Better understanding?" I spat, "understand this: I hate the fact that we are moving, I hate Africa, and I hate you for pretending to like the idea!"
Before she could reply, I turned around and stormed out of the room.
Author's Note: Was this an enjoyable beginning or was it crap? I tried to show the personalities of the two girls...but I feel as if I leaned a little more on Eliyah. Anyways, thanks for reading and please review :)