I had an idea so I wrote a short story. Enjoy :)The shivering white mess crawled into my arms.
“I’m a horrible person,” it muttered.
It was Tuesday, and it was moments after the shivering girl in my arms had chased after a stocky guy four times her size, shrieking in terror. Stocky Guy had called her ‘Darling’; she had lost it, grabbed a nearby encyclopedia and raced after the guy who had fled; he understood what was coming.
“Never,” I whispered into her ear.
The shivering mess, Cassé, was one complicated girl. When she was 17, her sister had died in a car accident caused by a drunk-driver. After that Cassé had gone no less than mad. She had been the drunk driver. Once the brightest, happiest girl that I knew, with her future stretching to any horizon she desired, she soon became temperamental and very much out of control. For a couple of years, she attended therapy sessions, working through all the problems that were apparently the sources of her new behaviour. When few results came from this, Cassé’s parents gave up and moved away, still grieving and blaming over the death of their younger daughter. As her best friend, even though she had tried to push me away at first, I took her in.
No one in this world is perfect. So often I would get fed up with the feeding, the bathing, the dressing, as she cried out for her ‘Darling.’ When I felt I was nearing the end of my tether, I would storm out. After these moments, with one look into the pale face that needed me, I’d hate myself and promise never to storm out again.
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Once I knew that Cassé was safe, from herself more than anything else, I ventured outside to talk to Stocky Guy. I often felt that it was my role to atone for Cassé’s outbursts. Outside, Stocky Guy grinned from ear to ear at me.
“What?” I demanded.
“You’re in love with her.”
“More than anything else in the world”
Writing stories instead of doing my Nutrition Assignment. Happyface.
