Friends stick together to the end, no matter what.
That’s the saying, isn’t it? It’s supposed to mean that a friend’s bond is supposed to last forever, that your friend will always have your back no matter what. But that isn’t the case with me. My body’s been beaten, used for food, anything you can gruesomely imagine.
And now I’m alone.
Her words rang in my mind even as my body slowly gave way on itself. My heart broke slowly as the words that truly hurt me all those days ago still rang as though she had said that only now in front of me. The pain in my heart was nothing compared to the physical pain I endured. We’d gone through a lot and I suppose it had to end at some point soon, which seemed to be now. It was nice while it lasted, to know that I could have trusted her with my entire life for so many years, to have such a best friend through all of the hard times we went through. Once again, it was nice while it lasted.
Even now, in death, those happy memories flooded through me. Death seemed peaceful now, almost welcoming with these memories so filled with warm light and happy feelings. To think about our last parting would make my death sad and meaningless.
Friend stuck together to the end, no matter what… That’s not always the case, not with this story. You’ll see why…