There's this girl I know.
I've known her since we were eleven years old. She used to call me her best friend, although we weren't really that close.
She was really funny - whenever we hung out, we couldn't stop laughing. I once made a bracelet for her. We tried to dye her blonde hair blue with pen ink. We came up with the name of her cat together. We rehearsed to audition for our class play.
As we grew up, we gradually grew apart, but we still talked, still got along, still could call each other friends.
Now we're both sixteen, and things have changed.
She's addicted to nicotine. She gets trashed at least twice a week. I've had to stop someone from potentially r.aping her because she was so out-of-it at a party.
Once, when she was really drunk and I was trying to get broken glass out of her foot, she burst into tears. When I asked why, she told me it was because she wished we hadn't grown apart because she loved that I took care of her even though she kept smoking behind our English classroom and getting drunk and letting guys take advantage of her.
That night, she had to have her stomach pumped.
I don't know if she even remembers that conversation...
Growing up can be scary, huh?
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