Sunday, 18 October 2015

My first fight

Hi guys!
We got a task to write about our firsts. Please, don't be dirty-minded, not that kind of firsts. I know what you little sluts think. Sorry. I shouldn't call you that out loud. Anyways, I would really like to share it, even though I feel it's not the best I could do. I mean, I could write it in lithuanian and get 1000 or more words. Anyways, here goes nothing. Enjoy.



First fight

I think it‘s around 2 am in the morning. But is it? My phone is kind of broken. I can‘t really see the time. Damn those technologies.  The sky is wonderful, though. I love the idea to watch meteors shower here. Forest, river, campsite, tent... what can be better? Oh, and my best friend is here. Perfect. Although I don‘t really like the idea of drinking. I was never the one for the drinks. Dovydas, Audrius, JustÄ—, Karolina. All of them have drinks in their hands.

‘It’s late, guys. We need to catch some sleep or Audrius won’t be able to drive us home tomorrow’ – my best friend, Karolina, murmured.

We get up, pour water on the bonfire and go to sleep. Well, sleep. Basically, it means I am laying on the mattress and listen to my friends making out. Can you imagine how I feel? That’s why I get up, get dressed again and go to the bonfire, where I put some wood on the cinder so there would be fire again. It’s cold, ya know. It took five minutes for Karolina to notice that I’m gone.

‘Bitch, get back, it’s cold’-she shouts from the other side of the campus.

‘I’m not gonna listen to making-out noises, guys. It’s disgusting.’-kind of angry-ish I shouted back.

She rolled out of the tent and came to sit near me. I slided away from her.

‘I asked you before going not to do that. I feel like shit when all of you have someone you love and I don’t. Your kissing noise doesn’t make it even slightly better.’-I was first breaking the silence after like a five minutes of hearing cricket noises.

‘Get back to the tent.’-that was her reply.

I declined. We kind of argued until Karo grabbed my hair with the intention to drag me to the tent. That was the last drop of a patience I had. I grabbed my blanket, took my phone and marched out into the dark. To get home I have to go for like 10 or more kilometers. Does it matter? No. While walking, I find my driving friends number and try to call him. No answer. I try to call to my aunt, but it’s off. I don’t know how many times I called now. Finally, my cousin answered. What the hell is she doing at this hour? AistÄ— promised me, that her dad will be here shortly and told me to wait on the bridge. Just after I ended the call, I heard a screaming noise. I turn around just to see Karolina, running towards me, with her fist raised high. She grabbed my hair again, but this time… This time I did the same. Screaming every possible curse I know, shouting to her, that she doesn’t have the right to tell me what to do. Karo’s nails touched my face. I could feel the blood, that spilled on my face.

‘You are so dead, whore!’-while kicking her in the stomach, I screamed.

After that, I heard others running here. I don’t really know what happened next. I think I bit someone. I love biting when I’m angry.  After that, everything is blank. I think I’m having a panic attack, because I hear them going crazy.

‘Breath, you idiot!’-someone shouts. I can’t even tell whose voice is it.

My lungs fills with air one time. Then one more. I’m shaking as I was about to die. I almost did, I think. I can’t believe my best friend, who was with me for seventeen years by now, dared to hit me. Dared to hurt me.

‘Get away from me. I hate you. I hate all of you.’-with the tears in my eyes, I whisper. 

I can’t talk. My throat is so suppressed I can barely breath. I can hear a car coming. Finally. I feel arms around my shoulders. It’s too dark to see anything. I hear a soft voice. It’s my cousin. Thank God. I don’t want to be even near my now ex-best friend. I can’t forgive her for this. Even if I would ever wanted to.

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2 comments:

  1. Is the story true, though? Because if it is, I'm really sorry for you.

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    1. Yeah, it is true story, but I have no idea why anyone would feel sorry for me because of that. I kind of got to know who my true friends are :)

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