The BFF

The BFF

Katlyn is pretty. Katlyn is thin. Katlyn is smart. Katlyn has a beautiful singing voice. Katlyn is talented. Katlyn had a hard childhood. Katlyn is totally benign. Katlyn has a gorgeous-looking boyfriend. Of course, being all that she is, Katlyn—for some reason or another—is the only one who can use an amulet that can release the powers of the underworld for the use of good or evil. She's all that and more.

Figures. Doesn't it?

Katlyn is an emo. She says she is emo because she was molested by her uncle. So? I had some…things happen with a babysitter when I was little. But that's personal. You don't exactly tell everybody that you are unwillingly less-than-virgin when you're thirteen. But Katlyn does.

Usually, you don't need to tell anybody for them to know you're messed up. You see things start to happen at the sixth grade, but moving into Junior High, the pants go down and the thongs go up. Girls are starved for attention. Cutting themselves, wearing fishnets and spandex, and letting guys do whatever they damn well please with them.

Katlyn is just one baby-step above them. She wears the low jeans, slices her arms and has frequent sex with her (older) boyfriend. But whatever she does, she is not a slut. She doesn't like attention like that, even if she does all the stuff to get it. No matter how many Eskimo coats she could wear, she'd still be hideously attractive. It doesn't make sense, but that's the way it is.

She was so lonely when I first started hanging out with her. Did I feel sorry for her? Why should I? She would have everything if she just got a goddamn attitude adjustment. Brains, beauty, friends, a future, and talent. Boom! Everything a girl needs. Everything to her advantage if she would just quit whining about how oppressive the world is and just use it! She needed…"love."

I was there for her. I was a good friend. I went shopping at Hot Topic with her (even if I'm more of an Ross girl), listened to her go on about just how gorgeous Kurama is, heard (in way-too-graphic-detail) all the things her uncle did to her, tolerated her Evanescence fetish, gave her my famous cheer-up homemade sugar bomb cadies when she was depressed, tried my hardest to keep her from cutting her wrists, and let her live at my house. That's what friends do.

But it just pissed me off how Katlyn could just say how lonely she was when I was right there! I know what I was. I was the cool kid at school who would sneer at the preps. I would be the one to stick up for her when a random dude hit on her. I would be daringly cheering her on when she fought a demon. I would ask Kurama if he liked Katlyn for her. I was the charismatic, daring, slightly stupid, weak, human friend. I was an extra. A spare tire until she got what she wanted: Kurama.

My existence ended five chapters ago.