I’ve never quite understood how friends become mortal enemies. There are the obvious reasons, stolen boyfriends, changing personalities and jealous apathies. The frightening part, however in this whole experience is, that it has the power to surprise you and pull the ground from below your feet so that the only option left is falling face first.
The tears that she cried were equivalent to the blood that flowed through her veins.
I think it is in that moment that you actually feel like your heart has been ripped out of your chest and breathing becomes impossible almost like all the air in the world has disappeared. It is then that your body tries to fight and somehow try to survive without the heart.
I swear that the blood within my veins stopped when I found out. And the clock ticked louder, the birds chirped shriller and it became too hot in my room.
I found that my friend circle dwindled until there was no one left except my shadow for company. And I hugged myself for warmth because there was no one to take the cold away. I was afraid at first, to question their decision and I racked my head for an explanation, retraced my steps trying to find where I went wrong. Only when I didn’t find any answers did I actually stop and listen to the whispers. They spoke softly but loud enough and stared subtly but pointed obviously.
When she found the ring leader, she broke.
I don’t know how long I hid in my room. Refusing to acknowledge the world and just hide under the covers until I was sure I was awake from the nightmare that had taken over my life. Because what could be worse than your own friend turning every single person against you.
I turned to Death. Twice. Both times unsuccessful. Maybe the third time could have done the trick, but I never got the chance.
Trust became a foreign word to her. People only reached out to her just so that they could eventually fuel the fire and have something worth contributing to an increasing pile of lies. And it was girl against girl.
She cried out to God and I cried silently as she told me because I didn’t know how to help. I didn’t know how to stop her pain. My words provided no comfort. My advice gave her no solace. Silence became her best friend because silence had no voice and silence would never go against her.
And now she’s afraid. Afraid to smile at another person and talk to another person. She’s afraid of being friends with another person because she never knows what might happen next.
If only I could have helped more. Somehow made it all better.
In a world increasingly aware of situations and brave enough to voice out opinions, we have yet to accomplish the basic meaning of ‘being one’.
We talk of equality and yet we refuse to exercise it in our own homes.
Feminism is inked onto our skin and yet the female population is always on opposing sides.
Spreading of rumors and nasty words tend to leave lifelong scars.
What she didn’t realise was that her own friend would be the one to make stories.
And stories she made.
And people spread their hands out.
Ate every word that left her mouth.
And begged for more
Like population new to food.
Without a doubt, we are all gossip mongers. Our heads turn, our ears ache with the anticipation of hearing something new, something scandalous. And if it’s about someone you know, all the more better.
We scream of equality and rights but we have yet to understand simple ways of life. Made of the same soil we find pleasure in other people’s pain.
And so we lose out.
Sana Noor is a Grammar fanatic, simply loves the colour blue, anything with a history and Florence and the Machine. Her heart bleeds poetry and believes in the art of the handwritten letter. She supports The World Needs More Love Letters and actively takes pen to paper. Currently on her way to college.