okay so this is the first thing I've ever posted, so please be nice. I would love to hear from you on what you think of its hard for me to get an unbiased opinion.

I own everything to do with this story so please don't steal it, it is very personal and i would be greatly offended.

okay... so here it is.

Writing Her Down



'Emma, thanks for coming. Please have a seat. I'm so glad you decided to come. So, what would you like to talk about today?'

'Is it alright if I talked about a friend?'

'Of course we can talk about whatever you want to.'

‘I had a friend once who by definition was insanely boisterous. She is a girl of many talents and wonders though she hides them very well and attempts to avert your attention elsewhere. With our conversations of random delights and sharing our cynical views of the world she fills me with inspiration. She always kind of hates the idea of being sincerely sweet and will always do something to prove to you that she is far from that idea. She’s always there though, easily noticeable along the hallways of high school, she would be the short one jumping up to see beyond other students’ heads. She is the most sarcastic person you could ever meet, like seriously she was the female version of Chandler Bing on Friends. Even his whole afraid of commitment, she got it too; she wasn’t acting though she was real. Her quick tongue will eventually get her into trouble, and she’ll randomly snap in the morning. The morning is not the best unless she has stayed up all night watching re-runs of Dawson’s Creek or simply had an insane hit of inspiration to write. She was the one that got me into writing and not just silly little poems of heart brake and depression by some adolescent, but stories with plots and climax. She had me fall in love with every one of my characters even the bad ones.

I met her roughly in grade six; I had known her longer but it was then that she let me in underneath her outer shells. I always thought they were there as protection, but that is usual conclusion. In truth I had no idea what they were there for. I never got that close. It was only until grade 11 that we actually admitted to each other that we were best friends. Before it was an untouched subject. After it was still left unsaid. She was the beautiful woman I have ever gotten to know. Not the superficial beauty that you seen from celebrities who have spent hours of their life in front of a mirror. She was the real thing. She could make you laugh like the snap of a finger then turn right around and make you cry. She wasn’t use to situation where you were crying for another reason other then her quick tongue. We both had that in common. She protected me a lot, helped my naïve sense see true forms. I don’t think I had the most fun other then walking home with her. I don’t know why but it seemed like every time we walked home something odd would happen. But it wasn’t as fun as trying to tell our other friends about our theory of odd events occurring as we walked, they didn’t get it. We would talk about our stories for hours on end, I probably told her everything that I would try to write before it was even written. She was refrained on speaking to me about her stories, but she would always tell me something. She would never leave me out there. She put up with so much from not just me but other people. Which was rather miraculous seeing that she was a spoiled child by nature. She would hold the weight of the world and you would probably never know until she accidentally dropped it. I’m scared of a lot of things, and they’re really random but here I am terrified of them and she dealt with it. On occasion she would snap at the stupidity of the matter but would never make me face my fears alone I think because she had her own. Her personality was this mosaic with scars of old and smiles of knew. She loved to read, stories like the Insiders and Harry Potter. She loved fantasy and fiction. But we differ a lot about books. I was into classical novels and fantasy; I read the Insiders but not that Gossip Girl series. We would watch movies a lot of the time, or just hang out. It wasn’t always movies, though another of my friends would beg the differ but she was always dramatic.

Things started happening around the middle of the school year in grade eleven, probably earlier then that. I don’t know why and that’s more or less my naïve sense thinking that everything was all right. She seemed to follow this destructive path; the only thing I regret is not following her. It wasn’t a destructive path but a place that wasn’t the best for her. She started drinking and getting drunk, then smoking pot. I was okay with as long as she didn’t hurt herself or do anything crazy like jump of the roof of someone’s garage. Before all this I had revealed all my secrets with her, secrets that would have stayed with me until the grave but I thought it would help us all. We were a group of friends that’s problems stayed within ourselves. Even though my other dramatic friend said that my best friend was the united nations of us all. She was supposed to be the one that solved the problems for us, the peacemaker. So, no pressure right? Anyways she, my best friend, had jumped from watching movies to finding houses to get drunk at. Then she started shutting me out. One outer shell at I time I was kicked out. She’ll probably kill me for saying this but that’s the best metaphor I can use. She is like an onion. [Laughs] I hate being like this. Unable to help her, she may not want which makes it more painful but to be left out. I haven’t felt like that for years, it’s not a great feeling. After graduating we lost touch, which was probably the worst thing ever. We had promised each other we wouldn’t. So much for promises.’

‘Seems like you were really close. Who’s your friend?’

‘Remember Doc, no names.’

‘ Sorry. So, what are you going to do? Are you going to try and maybe reach her or something?’

‘What am I suppose to do. She died.’

‘I’m sorry. When did this happen?’

‘I’m sorry too. She died along time ago, she was a really great friend.’

‘That's about all the time we have thank you for coming to see me Emma. That was great progress.’

‘You know, it’s funny. When I was in high school I always said I would wind up in a place like this. She always told me I was over exaggerating, guess she was wrong.’

‘One more question, Emma. Do you still write?’

‘What more can I do but have her live on through pages? That would be a yes.’



~*~ so there it is, thanks for reading.

Well, that was very well written, I don't have very much to say, but obviously I know who the person is...I'm going to give that story an hour or so to settle and get back to you. I often do this before replying but I wanted to be the first reply!

:love: Sarah

Okay, so I'm biased, but I'm going to leave a review anyway ^_^

I thought it was a very original idea. I don't think I've seen another story that's about a character talking indepth about someone close to them. It sort of had a The Catcher in the Rye feel to it, since Emma's in a psych ward possibly?
I agree with SaryWary, it was very well written and very detailed.
I was sort of expecting a happy ending, but ah well... I guess I should've seen the sad end coming.

Anyway, I'm glad you finally decided to post something of yours. You've really been holding back on everyone here, keeping your fab stories to yourself!

Love,
Cat

First of all, I want to say Yay for finally getting up the nerve to post some stories here. I know that it can be scary and heck, I still find it unnerving to post and I have a huge long running story.

I agree with Cat, I definitely thought the story had a real Catcher in the Rye feel. I liked all the details, to me they made the story.

The ending...wow!

I loved this line....

So strong and poignant. What a brilliant way to end the story.

Thanks for sharing such a personal story with us, and I would love to see more stories from you in the future. :yes:

thanks so much for reading it guys, it really meant a lot. They made this monday bareable(?) And i do hope to post other stories i just have to work out a few glitches. I'm really happy you liked the ending line, i wasn't all to sure about how to end it so i'm really glad it worked. Thanks again

Ciao
~Claire