Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25029554-20141127040402

I am a good friend; the best you could ask for. I am loyal and take my friends feelings seriously. Nothing is too much if I am doing it to help one of my dear friends.

Well, I sat across from my best friend on the bus today. It was a hot, summer day on the way back from the hell they call 'school'.

You hardly noticed I was there. I was your best friend though, I could tell. Sometimes you would smile at me. I could feel my heart leap because it's the closest you would come to speaking to me. We hung out a lot; at lunch, in class, on the bus, you couldn't separate us. Sometimes I would sit by your window at night and make sure you didn't have nightmares.

In class, I sat behind you and get one more question wrong on tests than you did. I didn't want you to feel bad. You're so smart but that trick almost had me failing chemistry. It was worth it though. Anything was worth it for you. In history I left little paper cranes on your desk. They all have notes written in them. I let myself write my true feelings in those cranes. I don't think you ever pick them up though but it's OK. I know that you knew how much I really cared about you.

Well, on that fateful day on the bus, I found out something about you. When you took off your jacket on the hot vehicle I saw your arm. You quickly hid it but I saw the small red cuts on your beautiful, pale forearm. I was confused. You didn't have a cat or any pets that would do that.

I spent a lot of time thinking on this. Something was hurting you and it had to be stopped, but what was it. Eventually I figured it out, you had created them yourself.

I didn't react immediately. I went home and thought over why you would do such a thing. You have such a terrific life and such wonderful friends. After a long consideration I realized you were at war with yourself and the only way to stop it was to kill the one waging the war. Well, I had to be a good friend like I always was and if death was what was necessary than what choice did I have?

I watched you even more closely than I usually did. And everything you said and did only proved my theory further. I started to consider how I would kill you because it seemed the only way to make you happy. I was such a good friend I had to let you die only the way you wanted to. Considering the cuts on your arm I thought that maybe that would be the best way to kill the beast inside of you. You did know best and if that's how you were fighting it then that is how I was going to kill it.

The next day you didn't smile as much as you normally did. Not even fake smiles. You were even holding back tears on the bus. If I could I would've killed your monster there, and I am a bad friend for not doing so. Please forgive me, I'll make it up to you later, I promise.

I walked you home. Walking through the holly bushes and thorns hurt but you were in pain as you fought the beast so I should be in pain too.

Once you were home and safe, I stayed a few minutes longer to make sure, I walked back to my house. I grabbed a knife, the prettiest one I could find. I spent hours polishing it and sharpening it. Only the finest blade should be allowed to cut your skin and taste your blood.

It took hours before I had fully prepared the knife for the battle and it was just turning dark out. I sat in my room until I knew you were asleep, good friends can always tell when their friends are asleep. I walked down the street not letting a single person lay eyes on your blade because they are simply not worthy enough.

I climbed up the tree next to your window. The bark was sharp and painful but I'm OK. Your window wasn't locked. You should be more careful with that. someone could have broken in and stolen all of your jewelry. Well if they had I would've just bought you more.

You looked so clam as you slept. Your hands pulled the blankets up to your chin to keep you warm. I slowly pulled back you r left arm a few fresh cuts met my view. I slowly drew the knife from my belt, careful not to wake you from your peaceful sleep.

The blade was sharp and cut through your tender forearm like warm butter. You awoke immediately. I covered your mouth so your screams of surprise wouldn't wake your family. You struggled against me and I stood there waiting for you to realize it was me, your best friend.

But you didn't stop. I was your best friend and I was doing you a favor and you still struggled and fought back. I didn't understand it. Maybe you didn't know what I was doing? I leaned forward and whispered quietly in your ear "don't worry, I'm helping you."

With that I put the knife against your throat and slit the artery. You didn't fight much after that. I put the knife in your hands and positioned you for a lovely funeral. I smiled at your still body knowing that you were no longer fighting the terrible pain inside you. You were at peace now and it was because of me.

I sat with you until I was sure you were dead. Only a bad friend would leave before that. And I'm the best friend you could ever ask for.

People wondered where you were at school the next day. Don't worry, I didn't tell them. I won't even tell my new best friend. They sit in front of me in English. They are very nice and I'm going to be their very best friend. 