Your Best Friend

She is conceited and she shows it, she doesn’t let it hide from anybody, but nobody cares to notice. She preys on the innocent and the guilty. You’d better hide all your insecurities, or you’ll regret telling her anything. She stalks the halls with an ever-present smile that makes an outsider feel welcome. Although, to those that know her the smile hides every little flaw, but don’t you dare point that out to her.

She’ll make you feel special, like you belong, but don’t you get too close because as soon as she wants something she will turn on you. Neither friendship nor relationships mean anything to her. Everyone is disposable, but if she wants them, back all she has to do is snap her fingers… or throw a fit and it’s hers. There are times you’ll wonder how she does it, no matter how hard you try you’ll never be like her, well here’s a word of advice, you don’t want to be like her.

There is something too charming about her. Maybe it’s her self-confidence, maybe it’s her name, how talented or pretty she knows she is. Whatever it is, it pulls you in. At first, you hate her, but kindness seeps through her pours but please don’t believe it for a moment. It’s deceiving and manipulative she can make you do almost anything, but there will be one day when you have had enough. Although you really want to see her go down in flames, you can’t because you aren’t that kind of friend. So please for your sake, save yourself don’t even fall into her trap.

You will find, while being her friend, she will make a mistake that she regrets; she’ll try to fix it no matter how many pieces it has shattered into. She’ll then tell you that she’s at peace with it. You’ll finally relax and feel as though everything is okay; your friendship will be safe after all! However, that’s when you are most vulnerable, so here’s a warning, don’t let your guard down at any point in time… remember the warning about telling her your insecurities.

She will use all of your insecurities you have against you, and at the most inconvenient times… remember that guy you like that she thinks is attractive? Yeah, don’t let her know you think you can’t sing. Remember that guy that she used to hold hands with, the one that she used to invite to the movie nights while you sat with your best friend? I bet you remember how you lost him and she got him. Don’t remind her that you started the drama two years ago, and you’d better gain weight too because she’ll use that against you.

Lies spread quickly, but they end just as fast. You just have to have the right people on your side, all those who know the difference between the truths you know and the lies she is spreading. Someone who is willing to stand up to her needs to be on your side, someone you know will defend you needs to be on your side, someone who knows her… needs to be on your side or you will never win the battle.

You are probably wondering, who would do such a thing to you? Well it is usually the person who knows you the best, the one person you thought you could trust, whether it was two years ago or two minutes ago (remember she can turn on you before you even know it). This person will show up in your life, she will compliment you, tell you all you want to hear. She will make you feel special, and wanted, talented and beautiful, when in reality she is your worst enemy. Who would do such a think you ask?

Everything points to one person it's the person that knows everything about you, what makes you tick. She knows the buttons to push, and how hard to push them until you break. She knows what to say to make you forgive her, she knows every little thing about you. You put your trust in her because she was that one you could trust... can you think of nobody else except for...

YOUR BEST FRIEND…

How She Died

The upper half of her casket lay open. It was finely decorated, made out of mahogany and had silver rails. Half of the casket covered in flower pedals, and roses from those who loved her. If I Die Young played in the background, the music was coming from her ipod that was set to play every single one of her favorite songs. Of all songs to play this one just so happened to be the one to play in the background as her little sister talked of her life. Although it was short, it was well lived.

           
Her two best friends spoke next, they spoke of the good times they had together, the first time they had met and their favorite inside jokes with her. It was more of a happy funeral because everyone only had happy memories of her. Slowly the stories ended and her father finished off with his final words. One by one everyone lined up for his or her last look at the beautiful young girl.

           
As she lay there, her blonde curly hair fell perfectly at her shoulders as it always had. She was wearing earrings because she swore her ears were ugly without them. Her best friends composed her outfit it was her favorite. The mortician did a great job on her make-up; it looked just like she had done it herself. Her skin looked flawless, soft and… young. She looked exactly like her everyday self. If her body could be more relaxed, it would just look as though she had fallen asleep after a long day. After talking to the doctors… that is what happened.

           

“We have to go home,” Macy, said pulling out of the arms of her sister, Elaina, and best friend, Avery. She wiped her tears and unlocked the van. In silence, the three of them got into the van and buckled their seat belts.

           
The radio played and nobody dared to touch it. What once was a playful little spat over what station to listen to, was not even something they bothered to deal with. There was a secret rule that nobody speak when a friend’s heart gets broken. Therefore, during the whole ride, there was complete silence except for the radio. Over the radio came their song, and she burst into tears in the middle of an intersection. She closed her eyes to let the tears leak out of her body the last thing she saw was the light turn, she assumed it was yellow, so she sped up. Immediately the silence was broken as Alaina and Avery screamed, “Macy don’t-“

           
The car disintegrated on impact. The passenger seat completely caved in, leaving Avery both unconscious and trapped inside the car. The windows were blown in with glass projected everywhere, giving all three of the girls scattered cuts. There were bruises on all of their chests from the restraint of the seat belts, and although Avery was already unconscious, after taking the full blow of the accident. Macy took one look at the blood that was dripping from her best friend and slowly started slipping. “Macy, please stay with me!” Alaina screamed from the back seat. She remained conscious as she called 911, and shook her sister. In less than a minute both Macy and Avery were gone. There Alaina sat; alone to fend for herself until the police or medics arrived. She took one look at the vehicle that they had hit them and thanked God that they had survived the crash… Alaina wondered how they came out without severe injuries and how Avery was even alive.Three hours later Macy awoke with her sister at her side. “What happened?” Macy asked confused as to why she was in a hospital room.

           
“Your guy’s song came on.  You started bawling, ran a red light and we got hit by a semi truck.”

           
“A semi, on what side did we get hit?”

         
“Passenger side, but Avery is okay she is just still unconscious and has a few broken bones. I really don’t know how she is still alive.”

        
“So what is wrong with me?”

           
“The doctors say that you just passed out. They don’t know why, I’m guessing it was the sight of blood.” Macy shook her head that scenario made sense. One time she had cut her hand open catching a knife and almost passed out before she could even say she was hurt. She hated the sight of blood.

         
“So why am I hooked up to the machines?” She said looking at the cords coming from her chest.

           
“They were monitoring you to see why you passed out, and then they noticed your heart slowing down, so they are keeping you for about a day to see if they can do anything.” Macy shook her head in understanding. Although she had scrapes and bruises on her and she had been crying before the crash, she still looked perfect. Her blonde curly hair lay perfectly just above her shoulders. Her face was flawless without the cuts and her make-up still seemed to remain in tact.

         
“Well I cannot take this silence, is there anything on television?” Macy said looking past her sister to see the screen was on mute but there was a moving picture.

           
“Not really… the only thing that didn’t have to do with sex, drugs or murder was star wars.”

           
“Oh okay, wait there are six movies, which one are we watching?”

           
“The third movie?” Alaina said slowly. The movie returned, and the girls watched the ending events of the movie unfold.

           
“Anakin, you’re breaking my heart.” They heard Padme cry from the T.V. and slowly Macy started to tear up. Her heart started breaking again the minute she thought about it. Tears streamed down her face as she watched. The movie ended and Macy just let the tears fall.

           
“So why did she die?” Macy asked her sister.

           
“Well they were doing a behind the scenes thing during commercials and apparently we are never told, but everyone believes that she died from a broken heart.”

           
“I can see how she could die of a broken heart. I would not be surprised it my heart slowly started to give up like hers. Nobody would know why I died, but I would, I would know I died of a broken heart” Macy did not make a sound just let the tears fall. It was about 12:45 when the sisters fell asleep next to each other in the hospital room. At four thirty, the doctors awaked Alaina. They were surrounding her bed and speaking fast. Alaina tried to wake herself up to understand what they were saying.

           
“Her heart is slowing down.” One of the doctors said, the speaker was male.

           
Another spoke, it was a female; “we are losing her.”

           
The male doctor replied, “It’s as if her heart is just giving up on us.”

           
“Other than the cuts and bruises, she’s perfectly healthy. I don’t understand…” then there was a long monotonous beep, and that is all Alaina heard as she fell back into her dreams.

         
Alaina again woke hours later with a rough shake of her shoulder. When she opened her eyes, she saw Avery leaning over her. “Alaina, the morgue is here to take Macy. Alaina’s tired eyes shot open and looked at her sister, no… she’s not dead, she is just asleep. Alaina grabbed her sister’s hands realizing they were ice cold, so was every other part of her body. Immediately she started crying uncontrollably.

           
“What? How? When? Why?” What she had heard last night quickly came to mind.

           
“They don’t know, they say she was asleep when her heart just started to give up. They said it was probably something recent, but none of the injuries from the accident are anywhere near her heart.”

           
“It was definitely her heart that gave up, not any other organ.” Alaina shook her head in disbelief and looked at Avery as if she knew something Avery did not. “What do you know that I don’t?”

           
Slowly the words spilled out of Alaina’s mouth, as she did not have any proof of her theory, the only proof was the fact that it was her heart. Although she had no proof, Alaina knew she was right, “Macy died last night… of a broken heart.”

           
The casket closed and the pallbearers lifted the casket and carried her out right behind everyone else. Everyone slowly meandered over to their cars as the hearse was loaded with the casket. One by one the cars filed out of the parking lot of the funeral home. The grave sight was not far, so the ride there was short. In the car, they decided that they were going to tell Alaina and Macy’s dad together that what had happened last Wednesday night at church, of course, he knows what happened with the accident, but he did not know about the break up.

           
It was warm outside as they stood around the grave. The girls dropped their roses onto her casket and walked away, trying not to make any eye contact with anyone else. As everyone left to go to the reception that was mostly for close friends and family, they stopped Macy and Alaina’s dad.

           
“There is something we never told you about Wednesday night. The reason we got into the crash was that Macy and Ethan broke up that night she was a mess, but drove home anyways. Their song came on the radio and she lost it. She missed the light and a semi truck hit us, I really do not know how we survived that, Avery should have died. Anyways that night in the hospital she was fine, I mean the doctors said that her heart was slowing down, but we just thought it was shock or something. We then watched that movie Star Wars together and we talked about how that one girl died of a broken heart. She told me that she could die right then of a broken heart. I thought she was just over exaggerating until Avery told me what had happened.” Alaina said in what seemed like one breath.

           
Avery continued for her best friend, “We tried to talk to the doctors to see if it was possible, but they did not believe us. However, they have no other reason for her heart to have just given up like that. Mr. Willey, your daughter died of a broken heart. His eyes started turning red and Avery could see Ethan’s reflection in his eyes, as he took off toward him.

           
Mr. Willey did not do anything but talk to the boy. As the girl watched Ethan his facial expression changed, he had obviously not heard the whole story as to how she got in the hospital, because his face went from shocked to devastate. Ethan’s eyes started to get red and puffy. As they passed by to go sit and talk on a bench the girls heard Ethan whimper, and watched their best friends casket get loaded into the ground.

           
A year later, the girls returned to her grave to check out the newly planted gravestone. It read:

Macy Willey

January 7, 1994 – May 2, 2012

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray

The Lord my soul to keep, if I shall die before

I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Beloved: Sister, Daughter and Friend

Died of a Broken Heart…

           

           
They laid flowers at her grave, and looked up to see Ethan coming over with flowers and something in his hand. He set the flowers down and placed a tiny silver ring in the soil right in front of the gravestone. It was their promise ring, “I never planned on breaking that promise… I hope you know.” He let out a sniff and rubbed his nose. He knew that had things gone according to plan, she would have a ring on her finger and would be picking out a white dress for the next few months.

He took one last look at her gravestone… “Died of a Broken Heart,” he let out a sigh and sat down in the grass. The girls left him to talk and tell her what he really should have said a little over a year ago.

A Wish On A Star

I could hear your heart breaking all day; it seemed over bearing at times to hear. Every now and then, there would be a small crack and I would cringe, I hated that sound. Slowly it started to crack more and more. Then tonight while I was in the parking lot laughing and getting excited over my first shooting star, my thoughts meandered over to you and the sound of your heart. I made my wish, my first wish on a shooting star. I had high hopes that my wish would come true, I did not want to hear your heart break anymore. It was breaking my heart… so that wish went out to you.

            

While I was braiding my hair to get it out of my face, I heard it snap. “Are they holding hands?” I ask your sister and she gives a shake of her head.

            

“She has her arms crossed.” I wanted to cry for you, but I had to stay strong because I knew you would be a mess in just a few short minutes.

            

We walked over to the car and I got in the van, as I watched the two of you give an awkward side hug and say goodbye. I close the door expecting you to get in, hoping the tears do not come so fast. I look to my left and you are in her arms. Quickly I got out and walked to you. Your sobs were breaking my heart; I had never heard you cry. I have never seen you so… dead.

          

I give your back a rub and feel bad because in a three-person thing like this, I never know what to do… being the third person. You sob, and bring yourself together, “we have to go home,” you say as you unlock the van.

            

Wiping your eyes, you get in, and finish the last few un-even breaths and go from heartbroken to blank. I have never ridden in the car with you this silent. K-love plays as we all take in what has happened. I know the both of us wanted to cry with you, but if we cried… you would cry. If you had cried, we would have driven into a ditch. Therefore, we held it together, for our own sakes.

            

You dropped me off, and I felt bad because I am not good with words. I could write a million and one stories, and have been your friend for millions of years, but I have no idea what to say in a situation like this.

           

  I closed the door and I heard the last bit of your heart fall. The night was over. I wish I could say I did not see it coming, but after you told me… and when I heard, you talk about it… I should have known. I should have hugged you as soon as you two broke contact. As I sit here tonight writing this, I look back on my first shooting star. I had high hopes that maybe my first one would get lucky and my wish would come true... but it does not always work out the way we want it. Tonight I realized not even a wish on a star can change the sound of a breaking heart.