Independent Wrtiting #3 (part one of three)

Losing some is the hardest thing anyone can ever go through. I wrote this piece to express the pain that still exists from losing my friend. This piece, even though it is an independent piece it completely non fiction. So basically I’m letting anyone who reads this to read into a part of my life. A part I wish I could relive with everything I am. Because even a simple sentence can change history. Looking back on it all there were so many opportunities to tell him everything, to fix my stupidity. God, I was such a spoiled little child.

My story is long and twisted. It all started over a year ago. With Sean, a now, ex-boyfriend. We broke up and like any typical teenage girl who fancied herself “in love” I was devastated and burrowed myself into a dark and glooming hole of cold unfeeling emptiness which I was determined to never come out of. It figures that that hole would be the true cause of my future pain.

Many nights I stayed up until an absurd hour crying on the phone with my friend Jon. He had been with me through the entire relationship from its senseless beginning to its rugged end.

On one of these many nights where he failed to calm me down he had his friend over. A boy named Chuck. I had heard plenty about him but had never met him. When Jon said that I should talk to him I refused and even got angry with him that he would suggest something so asinine. As if I was going to go pouring out my soul to some stranger. But my protests were futile.

I was silent and hostile to him, thinking that he would eventually get bored and hand the phone back to Jon. I was wrong, however. Instead he considered me a challenge to crack and simply spoke to me about his life, music anything until he finally got me to start talking.

It was so strange how easy he was to talk to. I didn’t have to elaborate or explain myself like I did with Jon. He instantly knew what I meant and understood everything. He had managed to do what friends I’ve known for nine years had failed at some many times. He figured me out. We spoke for hours, until I fell asleep, on the phone with him.

The next day I called Jon to ask for his number. He was extremely reluctant.

You see my dear Jon had had a crush on me for over a year and he believe that I was starting to have feelings for Chuck and would have him as a rebound guy.

Finally I got him to understand that I simply wanted his number because I never thanked him. He had no idea who I was and yet he tolerated me and had helped me more than anyone I’ve ever met.

It took me two days to work up the courage to finally call him. Would he even remember who the hell I was? Would he think I was just come pathetic little girl who was now clinging to him? Would he think I was creepy for asking Jon for his number?

My fears were apparently absurd. When he answered the phone my voice was shaking as I told him who it was. His reply shocked me.

“Hey girl! I’m glad you called! I was actually asked Jon for your number and I’ve been working up the nerve to call you for a few days.”

That was the very beginning. We talked for at least two hours everyday. He was my best friend and the only one I could truly talk to about anything without fear of judgment. We were so close for so many months.

Then it all went down.