How we met and how it ended
There I see you sitting alone. So I walk to you. Now we are together alone. We start to talk, we laugh at each other's jokes and become friends. The others don't see our friendship. They just laugh at it, they pick at us. Because they don't like out standers and that is just what we are. But we don't listen to their mocking words, we ignore it. Well you ignore it, I don't.
One day it became too much for me, I hit a kid right in the face twice. He started crying and bleeding. I somehow thought it was a nice sound and a nice metallic sense filled the air. I looked at my hand there was blood on it. I licked it off and started laughing like a maniac. The other kids had formed a circle around him. Asking all kind of questions like: "How did it happen?" "Who did this to you?" "Do we need to call an ambulance or the police?". He didn't keep his fucking mouth shut and told the kids what happened leaving some of the details out, a red colour appeared before my eyes and I kicked him.
The others backed away. Some also started crying. Then I heard a familiar voice. It was your voice. "Stop this madness" you shouted and ran up to me. The redness was still there and I hit you on the cheek. Your eyes filled with tears and the red vile disappeared. I looked at you. Fear filled my eyes as you ran away.
I look at the kid on the ground still in so much pain. Slowly the red takes over again and I start to kick and hit the boy until he lies lifeless on the ground. Some of the others tried to stop me, but they couldn't only one person could stop me and that person was nowhere to be seen.
A few years later and we are still friends. I said sorry for hitting you and you forgave me for ending up in this crazy place. You came to visit me on the hours it was allowed everyday.
We may live in different places but our friendship survives everything.