It was just supposed to be an ordinary trip to the shop to pick up groceries, I wasn't expecting to see Violet there. I was stood in line for what had felt like hours (the old lady ahead of me was fumbling in her bag looking for her prescription) it was frustrating because I just wanted to go home. I glanced down at the prescription in my hand, 50mg Sertraline ; A few months ago I never would of thought my eternally bright and cheerful mother would need antidepressants to make it through the day.. but that was before Dad left.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her; It took my breath away, I got a sudden shocked feeling in my chest like I'd missed a step. Violet Devlin. I could recognise that long dark hair and cornflower-blue eyes anywhere, even when her figure was hid behind a heavy black coat that completely drowned her and she had dark circles under her eyes. The Violet I knew would never be caught dead looking anything less that perfect in public. She always used to wear her makeup flawlessly and wear tight clothes to show off her figure- it was no wonder she was always at the center of attention.

But that was before Lobelia died.

Violet and I had come to this Pharmacy together once, it was a year ago but I can still remember it vividly; "We've been here for hours!" I complained. I understood that having Violet for a best friend meant I'd have to spend a certain amount of time being dragged around the shops, but this was ridiculous!

"It's not my fault that none of these stupid concealers are the right shade." Violet huffed, looking up at me in a way that made it impossible for me to be pissed off at her. She drummed her perfectly manicured nails on the forearm of her crossed arms. "It's Jacob's pool party tomorrow and I need the perfect waterproof mascara to hide my stupid birthmark!"

"Violet, you can hardly even notice your birthmark." I replied, exasperated. She had a leaf-shaped birth mark on her chest that nobody cared about except for her, because Violet hated looking less than perfect.

"Whatever- there's nothing here. Time to move onto the next shop!" She said. I sighed and Violet laughed.

I was pulled away from reminiscing when I noticed Violet subtly picking up something off the shelf before glancing around and shoving it into her coat, then without a moment's hesitation she turned on her heel and sped out the shop. It took me a moment to register what I had just witnessed; Violet had just shop lifted!

Sacrificing my place in the que, I turned around and quickly sped after her, almost knocking into a annoyed-looking middle-aged woman as I stepped out the door onto the bustling highstreet. Violet was only a few paces ahead of me, without even thinking about it I reached forward and grabbed her forearm.

"I saw you steal something." I hissed at her. Violet quickly turned to look at me, with eyes so wide and fearful my anger almost dissipated. She looked at me with shocked blue eyes and an open mouth for one long moment, until her surprise morphed into a scowl. She pulled her arm out of my grasp.

"It's none of your business, Jack." She replied, keeping her voice low. Her expression was a mixture of guilt and annoyance, like a kid who was pissed off they'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"You know how I feel about stealing. I thought you felt the same way." I replied, voice equally low. I felt as if I was talking to a stranger, not my best friend of ten years. Or is it ex-best friend now? That thought made me sad. "Your family is rich, there's literally no reason for you to be shop-lifting. What's gotten into you?"

Violet glared at me for a long time without speaking. I used to be able to read her so easily, but now I had no idea what she was thinking. When Lobelia, it was like she took a piece of Violet's soul along with her, leaving behind this dark and angry person.

"Are you going to tell on me?" Violet asked defensively, digging her hands into her pockets and burrowing her neck into her collar as if she was trying to shield herself from me. My expression softened.

"Violet, of course not." I said. "I'm your friend. I'm not going to stitch you up- even if you are doing something I disagree with."

"Good." Violet said, her shoulders relaxing a little.

I felt a sudden wave of guilt as I looked at her.. This was my best friend and she was obviously going through hell and I hadn't really been there for her. When Violet came back to school after Lobelia died she suddenly stopped wanting to talk to me and the others and took every opportunity to avoid hanging out with us. Of course, I had tried to be supportive off her, but Violet refused to accept it. I was all caught up in my parent's divorce that I perhaps didn't try as hard as I should of.. Before I knew it the two of us had drifted away and Violet had become a shell of her former self. It can't be easy having a sister pass away.. Especially not the way Lobelia passed away.

"I'm sorry." I said suddenly, taking Violet's hand in mine, just like I always used to. "I haven't really been there for you enough.. but if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you."

Violet looked up at me with a surprised expression, her defensive anger disapearing for a moment. "That's fine.. ! I mean.. I'm fine." She said, garbling her words. Her face was becoming red and she seemed flustered. She pulled her hand away from mine, turning away . "I'll see you at school." She said, before quickly speeding off, disappearing into the crowd of shoppers

I watched, stunned. The Violet I knew was never so easily embarrassed. It was really a marvel to see in a way. I promised myself that from now on, I would help her.


This is one of my first stories, so thank you if you have made it to the end of the first chapter. Please review and let me know what you think :)