Wednesday, August 29, 2012

My best friend

He was My best friend..and I was his I couldn't ask for more..but he certainly did

When I was 12 on Halloween day 2004

My entire world faded to black

In the morning I woke up to my nurse maids excited babble..she ran back forth clambering behind people dashing up and down stairs barking orders trying to prepare for my parents annual party..my parents by nature were talkative open people, made friends easily and liked to throw big events everyone waited and watched for

I wasn't feeling well that morning so I hid under the covers trying to find sleep again despite every ones disapproval and careless racket..after a while I gave in to the hand's cooing and crawled out of bed..I stepped into the bathroom and locked the door shutting out all the noise except for my nurse maids La vache! and feet stomping off..I thanked my self for the early wake up call as soon as I noticed my reflection in the mirror..at first I was confused I'd never gotten a pimple in my life O_o 

What I didn't notice was how very many of those "pimples" were on my face as I had that epiphany I also realized I was very scratchy I knew what it was..chicken pox my younger brother had it before me and I knew that meant a day of sleeping in,oven mittens,chicken soup and pampering..on any ordinary day I would have met my fate w/ arms open but that day was no ordinary day and I now kneeled bfr it both hands clasped 

I knew if my nurse maid found out about my cold my plans for the night were going to be canceled..
So I snuck quietly out of my bedroom everyone was so busy no one noticed me slip into my parents room..I searched through my mothers powder room untill I found what I was looking for >> concealer

It was a shade or two too light :P but it would have to do..I took it back to my room but I under estimated my nurse maids ability to sniff out trouble..She knew something was immediately wrong because of my appetite..I didn't want the french bread she made >> which she often makes a point of telling me is not french O_o

Long story short Marie took me by my hand and tucked me in rather savagely :S wiping off the concealer a little softer so as not to irritate the red dots on my then porcelain skin

My best friend Alex came and promised to half his share of Halloween chocolate w/ me..I said I was sorry and he should Take Red >> my Dog w/ him for protection he said that was fine pranced out of Askmy room and after 5 mins walked back in saying Meeri? in a pleading tone as I said whats wrong Lex? "I forgot my costume :S can I take yours? I said "okay" w/ a frown and he ran back done the stairs my big dog bounding after him

As I drifted in and out of sleep I woke up suddenly straight up in my bed I only remember thinking what could be so loud..its sounded like metal on metal and I just like everyone else I ran out to see what it was? O_o

I ran up and saw one Redish black car fliped into its side I saw alex's parents and I searched for him in the crowd..He adored car wrecks on tv I knew he'd love this..People started moving closer helping someone inside out and My dad ran to the Car..I hadn't even noticed him behind me..He knelt down and walked straight towards me eyes willing mine to stay on his but I was to much his daughter I stepped to the side trying to see what was wrong :S What made my father so pail and He picked me up hugging my face into his broad chest like I was 5 again I was Furious How dare he I struggled and the screamed and hit and bit but he wouldn't let go I started yelling Alex's name where was Red ~_~ He always took my side he was the red ranger my right hand man..or dog and I started pleading then arguing If Alex could be there why couldn't I? we were the same age X.x My dad put me down as we neared the ground and I saw from far Alex's moms Red head stretched out on the road and hand pounding the pavement..I wondered now what was wrong I said "Daddy..wheres Alex?" No reply..I said again this time so I was screaming at him "Daddy where Alex?" "wheres Alex?" When he tried to take my hand I pulled it back in disgust this wasn't funny my father always had a sick sense of humor but this was beyond..what did he do? he made Alex's mom cry it wasn't funny I said "Daddy I wanna be w/ Alex" "I wanna go where Alex is!" I saw the fury warp my fathers handsome features As I felt what was the first and last Slap sting my cheek I stood in shock as regret spilled over my fathers face and He pulled me into his arms and kneeling on the sidewalk by our house running his hands through his hair in grief..I realized why my dad slapped me then..and its why I curse dogs name now.. 




Dedicated to a teary boy..