A lady in the crowd
One and Only Best Friend.
Alone,to many this is the most horrifying diction the English language has ever invented. Yet to me it's healthy to spend time alone. It's important to not be defined by another person. They tell me being alone is one of the loneliest things in the World. However, being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the World. On the contrary, being alone is when you stop letting people who do so little for you control so much of your mind, feelings, and emotions. Of course there are friends. However are there really things such as good friends and bad friends?
To illustrate, my ideal of a good friend I tend to look back in time. I look at a special corner of my dim memory. At a time, where I was an eleven year old fourth grader attending Jefferson Elementary. I met Natalie Wint the first day of school. Luckily our elderly teacher, Miss Cital, made a perfect seating chart. Where I sat next to the person who I would have the privilege to call my dearest best friend.
Like any other child, we slowly build a bond of trust; we shared our darkest secrets with one another. Natalie suffered abuse from her mother who was a crazed religious fanatic. I cringed in terror each time we visited the bathroom, where she showed me her bruises. Her scrawny figure was covered in light pink, to light purple, and midnight blue. Her severe bruises went down from her thighs, to her ribcage, up to her whipped back. She rushed to put back on her worn out jeans and faded red turtle neck that she always wore.
Furthermore,as the clock ticked and I was no longer able to keep her dark secret. It got to the point, where Natalie was enable to write because she wore a surgery tape that covered her hands and fingers. Her mother beat her more as the seasons changed; she got creative and decided to place her small hands above the kitchen stove. She believed that being part of the foster care system would make her situation worse, so she lied and told Miss Cital she scraped her hands while rollerskating. It was during Spring break when I decided to finally tell my Grandmother about the secret that Natalie and I shared. Being flabbergasted she yearned to report this to authority. By the time school begun Natalie Wint no longer attended Jefferson Elementary. I never found why her disappearance was so sudden. All I know is that I shall remember our last words. Where we had an argument, which I am unable to recall what was the cause our quarrel. I yelled at the top of my lungs screaming in foul language. She yelled louder and screamed,”I don’t care. Fighting or not you will always be my best friend!” Leaving me puzzled and in lost for words.
Perhaps,friends are only people who stand by our side. Thus, friends can be worth many things; laughing with, trusting, or even worth living for. Maybe worth dying for too, if that is what the circumstances are. No bad friends nor good friends. Only people who grow a special place in the depths of our hearts.