Best FriendA Poem by RachelReaper I cried a little the first time I wrote this. Best Friends "Okay, Children, line up." Door with green, red, and yellow paper apples. First in line. Twist the knob. Peer outside. Walk down the hal- I shriek, my friends and class mimics, everyone panics. Eyes flung wide open, A man with a rabid fury inside his gun stands beside A sticky red smeared across the bulletin board Dripping down like raindrops on glass To a sunken form haphazardly lying in a dark puddle. The horrific stench of death. Dashing, yelling, running, madhouse chaos. Me. Frozen to this spot. Man. Gun. No. Pointed at her head. The one with the other half to my necklace. No hesitation daunts his face. Finger movements over a trigger "click" Mid step, she bounds , running towards me When a sudden jolting cuts through the atmosphere. Buried in her head... It stops. For a second. For me. It stops. The slumber party, we were in trouble for watching a PG-13 movie gone. Field day, when we won the two-legged race Gone. I was too scared to ride the big roller coaster by myself, but we went together, and GOne. Playground tag everyday at recess that never ended, though you were always faster... GONe. Two pieces to this heart, and the other half is GONE. She drops. I clap a hand over my mouth, others rush past. I can't scream, I can't run, I sink to the ground. I crawl. Almost trampled by a live or die stampede This... table... might... work... Numb, vision blinking in and out of focus, Nightmare, please no. Can't happen, can't take it. Eyelids glued open, saltwater makes oceans to pour down my cheeks. Huddled in a sniffling ball. The man. My teacher. My class. Her. Gone. Her head hit the ground awkwardly and is turned to stare at me with a blank expression, I see her face from my place under the table. How could she have been the one that- My throat constricts, my stomach churns molten acid, my eyes feel like hot coals, I choke on a sob. Only one thought can make it to me through the haze. The room is silent, I reach my shaking hands up to my neck and I unhook my half of the heart from my neck. Silver. Hanging on a simple chain with the word "best" in pink letters. It's dangerous, too dangerous, I shouldn't do it, But I have to. For her. No one is around. I mange to slowly, slowly drag myself to her. To the shell that used to be her. My hands stick in the pool of... A sharp intake of my breath, covering my eyes with my arm. I can't, I just can't think. With hands trembling, I almost drop it, I lay my half of the heart on her stomach. My piece of the necklace clasps into place Along the jagged line of her half of the heart. Magnetic. I take a deep breath and have to use all of my strength to cautiously look. When I do look at the two halves together, A solemn, emptied out feeling of loss seeps through my veins like poison when I see the Two words. One eight year old girl like me. "Best Friend"
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RachelReaperAboutHey!!!!! My name is Rachel, and my unofficial last name is Reaper. I am 14 years old. Blood and kisses to all who review my work, I appreciate it so much and couldn't express to you how much it means .. more..Writing
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