I'm sorry if this sounds like crud, I just wrote it on impulse and in 20 minutes flat. Please feel free to point out every single mistake you can find.


All of my friends are as good as dead.

They used to be the only thing keeping me here, like a lifeline in the deep sea. I loved them, and they loved me. I forgave their faults, and they forgave mine. It didn't matter how weird I was. We were inseparable throughout our childhood. We were a trio. We were strong. We could tell each other anything, and we knew it would stay a secret. We were a family. But I lost them. I suppose it began with politics. They wanted control, they wanted power, and they couldn't wait to get it.

I think they'd be great leaders of our faction. I just think it simply wasn't their time. But they became mad at the current leaders when they didn't give it to them when the position suddenly opened. I told them wait, it will happen, there has to be a good reason you weren't picked yet. I told them the old saying of good things happening to those who waited. But they didn't listen. They thought the reason they hadn't been picked yet was one of malice. They thought our leader held a personal grudge against them. They were mad. They couldn't have been more wrong.

If only they'd waited a little longer. If only they hadn't made such rash assumptions. Now instead, they've chosen to leave us. They will never come back. They never even said goodbye to anyone. They just wrote a note and left it on the leader's desk. They never said goodbye to me.

The leader forgives them though. She had, it turns out, put each of them down as a future leader. She loves them with all of her heart and will not turn them away when they come to their senses and return, if they ever do. I hope they do, as does the rest of the faction, but I've lost faith. My friends are as good as dead, and I couldn't stop them from leaving. I have two holes in my heart, and they can never be fixed.