I wrote her an apology poem and we had a good cry over the whole thing. But, I hadn't seen her in a very long time. Then all of a sudden, there she was, eating a cinnabon. We almost collided.
After a few moments of saying stupid meaningless things like "hi", I suddenly noticed she was wearing Old Navy head to toe, and none of it was black! She had let her NATURAL HAIR COLOR GROW OUT and was dragging along a guy wearing some sort of sports jersey and baggy pants!
I just blurted out "What happened to you?"
You won't believe what she said. "I got help for myself, M. I went to a doctor and he helped me. I went through lots of therapy. He put me on some anti-depressants which really helped. I did some time in groups trying to sort myself out, and I made so many friends there I can hardly count them. Lots of people just like you and me. Well, like we used to be anyway."
USED TO BE? I was stunned. I wanted to cry, but I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't. It was an awful feeling. I wrote a poem about it later.
Then she dropped a bomb on me. "I also found Jesus. I'm a mormon now."
All of a sudden I knew how she felt that day when I told her a spork would work so much better. Like my friend had turned on me! And she did! SHE TURNED ON ALL OF US!!!ONETHOUSANDONEHUNDREDELEVEN!!! I poured my heart out to her right then and there. I told her all about how my life was going. All the shows, all the studded belts, all the black hair dye and eyeliner. I told her about how I wrap myself in wet blankets, walk to a secluded area, role in the soggy pete moss, cry and cut until dawn, or until stray dogs chase me away. I really let into her.
You know what she said to me? "I'll pray for you."
You know what I said? "I'll cry for you."
Then I went back to shopping, although, I did make a special purchase at Hot Topic and dedicated it to the memory of one of the most xhardxcorex girls I USED TO know. Red eyeshadow, to match the blood mixed with my tears, both that I shed for my lost friend.