The only friend: Part one

Emily's point of view:

It was already a whole month, I can't totally recognize myself. The way I talk, walk, speak, dress up, and even eat - isn't the same anymore.

It's kind of reminds me of who I was in a while - in a long time while. It's a life that I hate to think about since I believe it's not going to be back ever again. All I know now is that I have no one but myself, and if I want to survive, I need to be a fighter. 

Today actually I was a day off from Violette's lessons, so I decided to spend the day only at home. Not that I've had any other choice. I don't have friends, and I never had one. When we moved from I used to actually think that someone was my friend when I was young. The truth is that he never was. I've tried to reach him several times when I was young, but his family never agreed to let me in - they quietly believe that I'm not at their level. The thing that hurt me the most was that all these years, and he never tried even once to look for me. 

Lost in my thoughts I was when - while lost at the view of my boring roof until I heard a knock, someone was knocking at my door.

Well, that's weird... I have no relative that knows where I am, no friend, as I said before. I tip on my toes, trying not to make any sound, then I look at the door cat's eye to face Daniel's face. God! What is he doing here and now? 

I went back to my room, still not making any sound. I took a glance in the mirror to make sure I was looking fine. I wasn't looking bad at all - I was wearing a v neck t-shirt with shorts. Still, I let my hair down, which suits me better than when it's up.

While fixing myself, I heard the door knocking for a second time, so I hurried to open it. Though I knew it was Daniel, the moment I've opened the door I felt shocked by his marvelous sight. 

" Are you going to keep staring, or will you let me in?"

It was only then when I noticed that I was looking at him in none stop, my cheeks heated up out of nervousness.

" Yeah! Come in..." I invited him into my living room.

The look on his face as he stepped inside of the apartment I was renting. Of course, what sort of impression he might have. Well, I care less about what he thinks about my place. I love it and I work hard to afford it.

" You live in here?" He asked as if it wasn't possible for any creature to live in such a place. 

With a confidant smile on my face, I answered him. " I do live in here, and I love it. It's beautiful, small, and suits me well."

" I do doubt that you like it," He stated. " After all, this whole place is smaller even than the room you used to have."

It was indeed a truth. The whole apartment is smaller than the room I grew up in, but this was not the thing that shocks me. 

The thing was - how could he know about such a thing when no one knows who I was and how I used to be living.

" Who are you?" I asked him, and he reacted as if he wasn't expecting to get such a calm answer.

" You're not even denying it... Weird!" He says not caring to answer my question. 

" No need to deny the obvious. It all makes sense right now. The way you looked at me that day when we first met says you do recognize who actually I am. Still, I don't remember seeing you anywhere. So, who are you? And what do you want from me?" I concluded out of all the past actions that were passing through my sight.

Now that it all was set up, I was waiting only for what he had in his pocket. I mean, still not have forgotten about his promise. He promised me to change my life for the better and I'm up to it. What it ever it takes...

Well, I expected a story from him. Instead, all I received were pictures. He had thrown a bunch of pictures to me, pictures that I thought they were gone a while ago.

Then, memories from one of these days I was trying hard to bury runs into my sight. It was the day when my mother stumps out of her room shouting and screaming that it was all gone. That we will never go back the same, and she got it right.

I'm still remembering how she decided on burning all our stuff from the old house. My father wasn't home at that time - not that he could've stopped her if he was home.

All I could've done back then was to watch her as trying my best not to cry before I joined her. I went running to my room. I collect all the stuff I've brought with me from our old house. Then I joined to the burning stuff in the backyard of our new place. 

I stand there watching the few Disney princesses dress I was having, along with Mr. fluffy, and pictures same as the one Daniel brought with him today, burning into ashes. 

It was then when I became an adult while my mother was the child. I get closer to her crying figure, then I gave her a back hug as I told her while doing the only thing I'm good at - faking a smile.

" It's okay, mom, those are just materials - they can come and go. We still have each other, and it's more than enough."

It was only that day when I came to notice that I started growing, even when I was still thirteen years.

Now, I'm before all those pictures, the same pictures that were burned into ashes. They were all pictures of me when I was young. I took each and every picture between my hands. It wasn't the same as when I was young. I couldn't stop myself from crying.

I didn't get it right at that time, I thought that what we lost was only materials. The truth was that we were all gone lose because of what was gone.

Then one of the pictures came to my sight, one of my birthdays' pictures. I took the picture slightly between my hands, then I kept looking while trying to figure out what was happening. 

Of course, I would find the picture a bit funny if I wasn't able to read between lines. One of the boys that were by my side was Ethen, the only friend I've ever had.

The smile on his face shows how much he used to care about me. His blue ocean eyes were full of joy. Unlike the other boy, he always hated me, and the hatred in his eyes was clear that even the fake smile on his face couldn't hide it.

His blond short hair, green forest eyes, and red cherry lips do remind me of someone. The same person standing by my side.