|Lost Over Wrong Assumption
Author: Feyerah Klydell Evvs PM
SHORT STORY An old lady writes on her 70th birthday a story of friendship, deceit, and revenge. She claims she knew the truth about that day, but does she really know? How far is Reality from Perception? How strong do feelings hold true?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Crime/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,661 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 07-29-09 - Published: 07-11-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2695739
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A/N: Follow-up story to "For the Anklet" (previous chapter). Well, not "follow-up", really, it's more like a Response Story. Figure it out yourself why—that is, if you've actually read the previous chapter. Read and enjoy! ^_^
I don't know when everyone would be able to read this. I don't even know why I even write this. All I know is that I'm writing for the hopeless truth. Although this are the truths I know for now, perhaps the outcome of my decision would alter all these truths into the assumed fallacies; or perhaps they wouldn't even know that there is more truth behind their assumed truth; or perhaps they wouldn't be able to read this and they wouldn't be able to get hold knowledge of this.
Fier Halleyworth, as I insist to consider, is my bestfriend; although perhaps she is thinking right now that she was my bestfriend--this I can conclude because of her recent actions. I have known her ever since I could remember even though she thought that our friendship had started during our third grade.
I know for a fact that we had been the best of friends since Nursery (that is, in my opinion). Evidently, she doesn't seem to remember who I was back then, or how I looked. I had a boy's cut at that time, which made me look like a boy rather than a girl. We were classmates and we sat beside each other. She would call me Lorly--a slightly garbled version of my surname, Loranlie--and I would call her Fey, as I still nickname her like most people. We would buy each other cotton candies by the by the plaza entrance at that time, play hide-and-seek, heaven-earth and other child games prominent during those times. Of course, we didn't skip universal children's favorites: slides, and see-saws, monkey bars and swings. We hop together every rainfall, getting our shoes and socks awfully wet (we didn't wear our boots, they're heavy) and staining our white blouses with mud. Kindergarten times.
Even though we held fast against the speed of time, fearing that we would part, kindergarten ended; and Reality managed to sever our ties for two awfully long years. By Third grade, she was transferred to my grade school. I saw her marching about the halls the day she got transferred, her mouth, I could still remember had a full pout. I went to her to re-introduce myself, at that time, it had been obvious to me that she didn't recognize me any longer. I had the chance to reunite with her as friends, but I dispensed it. No use. I sensed that she saw me as a different person already right then, and I wanted to respect that. She could go on thinking like that forever, but our friendship would have nothing to do with it. Our friendship would be eternal.
Now, and perhaps it would happen again unless it stops, Reality, once more, managed to sever us. Not physically, though, but this time, it's far harsher.
Three months ago, Fier had visited my house for a sleep-over. We had a fun night together; although our studies quite interrupted (tests were coming). Nevertheless, it was a fun studying and gossiping session. In my mind, I thought I would never forget that night. Of course, I won't, for what I first thought was a brilliant study plan turned out to be a hideous night.
That time, you see, Fier saw a broken anklet in our room--it seemed that I have let the anklet she gave me litter in my room, and what's worse, broken. She demanded a reason for its broken state. I could only remember my naughty eight year old brother, Ellen, playing with it a few days ago in the living room. My mother, who knew about the friendship anklet Fier and I had, noticed it too and she glared at Ellen--her glare was good enough for Ellen to give up the anklet to her. After she surveyed it, she placed it in her pocket. Perhaps she was the one who placed the anklet in my room that day when Fier visited.
I couldn't think of any other reason to tell Fier but that, although I was only able to tell her that Ellen played with it. A short "Uh-huh?" from her told me that she wasn't convinced.
"What? You demanded an explanation. I told you. There. Done. Period," I remarked, furious at her distrust and discontent.
"Well, in any case, I have my anklet unbroken. Jaq even played with it," she retorted.
"Well, Ellen is a boy and Jaquelin is a girl. Boys are stronger than girls."
"Fine, have it explained that way."
Then there was an uncomfortable silence. I bit my lip. I shouldn't have said that. It was my fault after all, for not making sure the anklet was safe. I remained guilty since then yet she acted the next day like nothing had happened. I know that was odd. I know she was hurting inside, and I still know that she wasn't going to let it pass like that. I had it coming.
A week ago, she told me in the hallway that she lost her own anklet. I wanted to get the wall between us gone away with my guilt, so I told her I would look for it, but she told me that I shouldn't waste my time looking for it. I couldn't believe it, for I know Fier is never the type of person to lose things and forget about it. She is the type who keeps searching for it until she finds it. Occasionally, she would stop yet she won't forget about it. Nevertheless, I promised her that I would look for her missing anklet.
Today, before I went to school, I gazed at the anklet in my hands. I was thinking on how I could patch things up with her. I promised last week.
Suddenly, I found something odd with the broken anklet that I was holding. I wasn't exactly sure what it was. Out of my mind, I mindlessly read the inscription on the anklet.
"Our friendship is the sky that extends forevermore and ends as never."
When I was pondering what exactly was wrong with the anklet, my mother called from the kitchen. It was time to depart from home.
I didn't see Fier today. We have different schedules for classes on Wednesdays, with not even one class in common. I was looking forward to be the first to wish her a happy birthday, but it seemed she had forgotten to show up.
During an unexpectedly afternoon vacant time (that was all due to a sudden class suspension with a memo directly from the dean) I saw her at the fourth floor's hallway, her right hand extended to the tree. I couldn't understand what she was doing, but perhaps, she was throwing something into the air, but I couldn't see anything. I tried to call out to her but I remembered that perhaps she didn't want to see me. She wasn't showing up at any of our usual meeting places.
I was thinking deep about the issues between us during Math class. I thought that perhaps, the reason why she didn't come to see me when I went to where we usually met was that she had hated me too much for not finding the lost anklet. I was also thinking about the time I saw her in the fourth floor doing something rather weird. When I came to, I quite in a panic--the room was almost empty. I never realized until then that our professor had dismissed us.
After a few minutes, I managed to pack all my things. Nobody was ever present in the halls. I felt lonely so I hastened to get out of there. It was still five o'clock, too early for our dismissal yet the place seemed really creepy already.
As I went out of the classroom, something in the trees caught my eyes, it was something glimmering. It was the anklet. It dawned upon me the Reality of things. The anklet wasn't missing after all. She had it all the time, and just this afternoon, she threw it there so I could find it. I know that she knows of my weakness for heights, yet she threw it there, into one of the trees, so I couldn't reach for it. Of course, she was expecting me to be eager to get it. I know now. She wanted me to die and make it seem like an accident.
When it all became clear, I took out my pen and newly-bought journal (nobody knows of my new journal, it was meant to be secret), and wrote about everything--this is it, actually. I'm feeling a little lonely now, a little bit sad about the outcome of things. I suppose Fier has actually hated me since that night, and she can't forgive me. I had to die. If that's all that can satisfy her hungry heart, then I will be more than willing.
I have had enough of life after all--parents fighting, a brother who always thinks you are the devil of his life, a few classmates who never thought you were someone to know, academic pressure and now, a friend who hates you so much that she actually has the desire to kill you. I'm not that valuable for anybody right now; I might as well vanish from the face of the Earth.
Fier Halleyworth will know nothing of this, nor will anyone else. This would be my secret to my death--which is coming so soon.
I will jump from that ledge just to get that anklet. I'll make sure I would get it, even if I die. At least I will still be able to hold of a memory of a friendship that had ended--the last thing I had but I eventually lost. I will hold true to my promise—
"Best Friends Forever..."
That's funny, I thought. Now I know why the broken anklet seemed wrong. The inscription that it had was wrong. I know for a fact that our promise was inscribed in both our anklets. It was supposed to be "Best Friends Forever..."
Yet, I am happy to now know that both our anklets are safe--mine in the jewelry box and hers in my hand. That is my only last gleam of hope—that is my last memoir. I'd rather die convinced that our symbol for friendship is still fine and complete, rather than live and die later, witnessing our iron anklets slowly consumed by rust.
How sad it is for me, Sacramenn Loranlie, to end like this. A friendship lost over a wrong assumption, but I know Fier will not listen to me any longer lest I die.
So let it be.