My Best Friend:
Lone Chapter:
My best friend was a girl I had known all of my life. Our birthday's were
just three weeks apart. I was the older one. We defined each other's existences like
nothing else. You couldn't have one without the other. Notice I'm talking in past
tense here. Because, as much as I hate to say it, this is all in the past. Our
friendship. Our connection. We broke off our life long companionship All for
some stupid thing.
She loved me. Yes, that's all. And loved me in a romantic sense. I guess I
am to blame, at least partly. It totally took me by shock when she announced her
feelings for me once we hit our teenage years. I had never expected my best
friend to say something so preposterous like that. My best friend was in LOVE with
me?! Looking back on it, I shouldn't have called it preposterous. Loving someone
is not wrong. But it was for me then - because I was with someone else and I
couldn't come to terms with the fact that my best friend, who I used to play softball
with was in love with me. I couldn't understand that it was ok for her to love me like
that. And now, it's too late. I can't change the past. And I can't make the future
better either. She's gone. For forever.
After she got pregnant with my baby, and stopped my wedding to the woman i love
(evil played a hand in my making love to her), I swore I would never forgive her. I was so
mad that I didn't get the chance to marry the woman I wanted to marry. Everyone
pressured me into marrying my best friend, but I wouldn't. I didn't want a life of misery. A
life I would regret every day. I boldly refused.
She accepted my decision. It's not like she had a choice. She didn't like it, but
couldn't do anything about it. My girlfriend and I broke up because of her. My best
friend's mother hated her daughter because of what she had done - become pregnant
before she even married. She didn't want her to live in the same house as her and my
girlfriend - all because my best friend was under this conception that her mother did not
love her. She hated them. And they eventually began to hate her too. Everyone turned
against her. Her mom, her sister, her cousin. And most importantly, me. She had no one to
rely on besides her father. And since she was outnumbered, she was forced to leave her
home. It was wintertime and a raging blizzard was taking place outside. But she didn't
care, and neither did her mother. So she left. in that cold, harsh weather, she escaped her
house. Alone. With only her unborn baby to comfort her.
When had things gotten so messed up? She wasn't supposed to get pregnant. She
wasn't supposed to go out alone to Godknowswhere in the middle of the night. She wasn't
supposed to die.......
My best friend Kay Bennett died sometime in late January. Her body turned up in
the snow. Her baby (my baby) had died as well. Every day, I blame myself for her tragedy.
I caused all of this. And now, I can't live with myself. Best friends don't do this to each
other. They don't cause each other's death. yes, that's right, I caused her death and now
she has caused mine. I plan to escape this harsh reality that has turned into my life. I can't
live with myself knowing what I have done to her. She's dead because of me. Much in the
same way our births were three weeks apart, so were our deaths......
Kathleen Elizabeth Bennett October 5, 1983 - January 27, 2003
Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald October 26, 1983 - February 17, 2003
The End
{a/n: not all endings are meant to be happy. this is proof of that.}
Lone Chapter:
My best friend was a girl I had known all of my life. Our birthday's were
just three weeks apart. I was the older one. We defined each other's existences like
nothing else. You couldn't have one without the other. Notice I'm talking in past
tense here. Because, as much as I hate to say it, this is all in the past. Our
friendship. Our connection. We broke off our life long companionship All for
some stupid thing.
She loved me. Yes, that's all. And loved me in a romantic sense. I guess I
am to blame, at least partly. It totally took me by shock when she announced her
feelings for me once we hit our teenage years. I had never expected my best
friend to say something so preposterous like that. My best friend was in LOVE with
me?! Looking back on it, I shouldn't have called it preposterous. Loving someone
is not wrong. But it was for me then - because I was with someone else and I
couldn't come to terms with the fact that my best friend, who I used to play softball
with was in love with me. I couldn't understand that it was ok for her to love me like
that. And now, it's too late. I can't change the past. And I can't make the future
better either. She's gone. For forever.
After she got pregnant with my baby, and stopped my wedding to the woman i love
(evil played a hand in my making love to her), I swore I would never forgive her. I was so
mad that I didn't get the chance to marry the woman I wanted to marry. Everyone
pressured me into marrying my best friend, but I wouldn't. I didn't want a life of misery. A
life I would regret every day. I boldly refused.
She accepted my decision. It's not like she had a choice. She didn't like it, but
couldn't do anything about it. My girlfriend and I broke up because of her. My best
friend's mother hated her daughter because of what she had done - become pregnant
before she even married. She didn't want her to live in the same house as her and my
girlfriend - all because my best friend was under this conception that her mother did not
love her. She hated them. And they eventually began to hate her too. Everyone turned
against her. Her mom, her sister, her cousin. And most importantly, me. She had no one to
rely on besides her father. And since she was outnumbered, she was forced to leave her
home. It was wintertime and a raging blizzard was taking place outside. But she didn't
care, and neither did her mother. So she left. in that cold, harsh weather, she escaped her
house. Alone. With only her unborn baby to comfort her.
When had things gotten so messed up? She wasn't supposed to get pregnant. She
wasn't supposed to go out alone to Godknowswhere in the middle of the night. She wasn't
supposed to die.......
My best friend Kay Bennett died sometime in late January. Her body turned up in
the snow. Her baby (my baby) had died as well. Every day, I blame myself for her tragedy.
I caused all of this. And now, I can't live with myself. Best friends don't do this to each
other. They don't cause each other's death. yes, that's right, I caused her death and now
she has caused mine. I plan to escape this harsh reality that has turned into my life. I can't
live with myself knowing what I have done to her. She's dead because of me. Much in the
same way our births were three weeks apart, so were our deaths......
Kathleen Elizabeth Bennett October 5, 1983 - January 27, 2003
Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald October 26, 1983 - February 17, 2003
The End
{a/n: not all endings are meant to be happy. this is proof of that.}