Wrath/Kindness

Sarah was my best friend in the entire world. It sounds cheesy, but it's true.

We've known each other ever since we were in the seventh grade. She has two nicknames that she likes to call herself; Kindness and Wrath. I never understood it myself, but she said that it was some sort of family tradition or something, so I never really questioned it.

She was the first one who has ever understood me, and has never told me that I should try and change my "situation" with my family. Sarah knew that I kept quiet about the bruises and cuts for a reason, and that was because I decided at a young age to love my family, no matter what.

Sometimes, Sarah would come over after "that" happened and she would clean and wrap my wounds. She never spoke a word until she finished, that's when she would hug me and tell me how noble I was being for staying with my family through everything,

and I know that that is the reason why she was called kindness.

When we finally graduated high school and went to university, like everything else, we did it together. Sarah and I both decided that we would stay in our home town for our collage years for financial purposes. This meant that I was going to stay with my parents longer then I had hoped. I still loved them, but recently I've been getting more and more resentful towards them, and who wouldn't? Sarah seemed to notice, and her behavior started getting stranger each day as I kept becoming more and more angry.

She became... meaner, and almost cruel at times to other people she had always been on good terms with before. It was almost like she started going out of her way to abuse someone. The worst thing she did I didn't even see, I had to learn it from the rumors that went around campus: She had picked some random guy and just started to cut his face up with his own pocket knife. I couldn't be sure that had actually happened, since the security camera around our campus had spotted nothing.

A few weeks before we were due back for spring break on our third year, the beatings had been the worst to date, and Sarah made me a suggestion that to this day I will regret ever hearing. She offered me her "help" as she put it, she told me that she had the power to make my life perfect so I wouldn't have to suffer anymore. I tried to get her to give more details about these "powers" that she had, but Sarah never told me anything other then that she was willing to help me.

Of course, I agreed. I don't know why I never questioned her more about what she was going to do.... I don't know... maybe I was just desperate for some kind of relief from all of this.

So, during the last night of spring break I had invited Sarah over for dinner with my family.