friendship

C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"

Willing
The empty parking lot was filled with hushed footsteps that echoed through the still air. The night was brisk, though the tall blonde boy was used to the weather in London. Adrian was trembling with fear as he approached his vehicle. That familiar terror of the repeating past was overwhelming him, and his breath hitched with every inhale.
By Olivia8 years ago in Humans
Why Do I Need Constant Reassurance?
I’ve had it tough for over a decade and it’s not been very easy to deal with. People come and go, that’s a given. People do stupid things and don’t realise the effects it can have on others. I’m sure I’ve been one of those people at some point.
By Bushra Shahriar8 years ago in Humans
Trapped
I never asked you for anything, yet you made your world revolve around me. I was flattered that you liked me so much to the point you almost instantly got attached to me; it made me feel special, however I didn't like being your only focus. You built a home around me to protect me from others, it seemed sweet at the time. At least until I realized it was you I needed to be taken away from. I was held captive in a place where I could feel myself going mentally insane, but, on the outside there was a beautiful disguise to cover up what happened on the inside. The moment I walked into your trap, you made it almost impossible to escape, you locked the doors behind me and the windows were fake. The walls were filled with spiteful words. Every time I began to find a way out, you would pull out a gun, you didn't put it to my head but to your own. Many times I tried to convince you that you’re better on your own-with me long gone out of your life, but each time those words came out of my mouth, it filled you with rage, and because of your anger you would threaten to take your own life until I was convinced I had to stay. The thought of your blood being on my hands if you went through with what you said was too much for me to handle, so I comforted you and I told you that you are so much stronger than you thought and you can handle your mental battles. When I told you I'd stay, you thanked me for what I've done, then a couple days later it was back to you making me feel like I have no self-worth, I'm the reason you hated your life and wanted it to be done. I knew I needed to get out of this, I could no longer handle the emotional abuse, but leaving was harder than anyone would think, when I first met you things were so sweet. I wanted to hold on to the thought of you being a good person, that way I could go on my own path and you'd be happy on your own as well. To the world you're just an annoying kid, but deep within your anger is built up and you blamed me for everything you've been through. You're the most toxic person I've come across and for a while I let you win the battle we were in. The lies you told filled my mind; I still have your words engraved in my brain, forever they will stay but not as something to shed tears over. They will be a lesson for me to look back on, a realization that I got through something I thought would never end. During six months in time, you turned almost everyone I know against me and you were quite satisfied, you repeatedly confessed your hatred for me but wouldn't leave my side. When I asked why you stayed, you told me you're here to watch my life fall apart and go straight to hell. Here I am now, I have plans for my life, I'm using my talents to let out my pain from inside. I've got a new job, I'm enrolled in college too, and though I still feel empty, I'm a lot better without you. I'm well aware that you were hurt by some of my actions, but I never intended to harm you in any way, I just wanted you to be okay. My hate for you still runs deep, but it's slowly going away. However I still cringe and my heart skips a beat every time I hear your awful name. I'm hoping one day you'll be completely erased from my memory and you'll forget about me.
By Raquel Avery8 years ago in Humans
Six Years Ago
Six years ago, it really has been a while but yet it only seems like yesterday I was walking around the hallways of a new school starting out in grade ten. High school, a terrifying time for an introvert such as myself. I used to get high just to mask how scared and alone I actually felt. Plus the only friends I had when I started at this new school were stoners anyways. I fit in with them, since they were sort of outcasts like myself.
By Ginger Curls8 years ago in Humans
Friends or Enemy?
Have you ever been betrayed by your own best friends before? I have. I’ve never really had close friends. In high school towards the end of my senior year, I completely lost my group of friends. I had no reason why I had lost them but at that time I was dating someone, and I don’t know if it was because of my ex-boyfriend or me. My boyfriend at the time didn’t go to my school, he was older than me. During school I was always texting him and I didn’t understand how my friends stopped talking to me, I felt like it was because they probably thought that I was to invested or whatever I don’t know. I graduated and left with no friends. My boyfriend at that time was my only friend.
By Renee .8 years ago in Humans
Belle
A couple of hours is enough to get me excited to see you again. I am a child on a Christmas morning when I see you. When I see you, I cannot help but smile like an idiot. Somehow I feel safe around you, even though I know if we get chased you would ditch me. Wanting to talk to you somehow, you immediately come to my mind. Knowing how talented you are, I am inspired. Your poetry leaves me speechless just like the taste of cookies & cream ice cream every time. You care about everyone, more than yourself. You have a big heart, bigger than my stack of homework. You are never scared to go out your comfort zone, just like me getting out of my bed every morning. You complain about everything, saying you are not good enough, not beautiful enough, not brave enough. But little do you know, in my eyes, you are prettier than Belle and braver than Mulan. You keep helping others while drowning in your own problems. We both know our texts are crazy and if anybody saw them, they would think we are weird. Which we both agree with. Weird as New Yorkers. We both know our moods change like the weather in Texas and we both know how to help each other. We keep struggling, but we know we can always rant to each other later. No matter how small or big our problems are, we tell each other. Everyone knows when it's the both of us together, we are awkward, weird, loud, embarrassing, and crazy. I tell you, "There is a drama club meeting today!" "No." "Please, please," I plead. "Fine," you huff. I drag you, you sit anxious, but your face lights up as soon as you see the refreshments. "Thank you for bringing me here." You smile, glad you came. We both know, you would do anything for food. Even if it's you having to sacrifice going home early and writing poetry. Writing poetry is your escape while taking a shower is mine. You lie on the ground in the middle of your room when you are upset staring at the roof, wondering when you will be able to escape all this and be set free, while I stand under the hot shower, fantasizing about my present and future, while feeling guilty about the water running, remembering when the principal assistant said, "Kids in Africa are starving," which you still think is silly. At the end of each day, we both congratulate each other on making it through the day alive and then head home to text each other about what our future will look like or at least what we hope to. Despair. You still struggle to convince your parents to trust you on going to film school while I still struggle to convince my mom to let me sleep over at your house. You suddenly wanna jump a bridge and I wanna fly high. Like most girls, I think Harry Styles is cute, but you being the "unique" you, you think he looks like a monkey. We both are "unique" and weird in our own way. We might sometimes be different, but we can always understand each other, we can always help each other out. You pose under the tree while I continue taking endless pictures of you. If only you can realize how beautiful you are, maybe I would be able to. If one day, when we are much older, and we re-watch these pictures and videos, you would finally see your beauty. I keep on taking pictures, recording everything we do maybe because what if one day this all fades away and I add onto my list of vanished friendships. Or maybe because it's all surreal. How did I get lucky and actually get a friend like you? Maybe one day, I will do something cheesy like this to make you realize your truly beautiful soul.
By Z I8 years ago in Humans
An Open Letter to the Friend I Lost to Her Boyfriend
Dear Friend I once knew, We were inseparable. You were my go to girl for everything from boy advice to what pants I should wear. From family vacations to crashing random parties. We would go into the school year making sure we had at least one class together. Pulling pranks throughout class was a daily occurrence for us. We knew our schedules so well we would meet in the bathroom and gossip and laugh until it was time to go back to class. We were best friends who enjoyed every second we spent together which was every second of the day. But now I hardly know the person you are anymore.
By S.girl8 years ago in Humans
He Saved My Life and Ruined It at the Same Time
I only talked to Andrew once. My English teacher split the class into groups of four and told us to discuss a chapter from Frankenstein. Andrew spoke last; it was the first time I had ever seen him do anything in class other than sleep on his desk. His voice was low, and his words were mushed together so that I had to concentrate hard to pick apart the words. Amanda and Greg, the other two in our group, gave up after a while, but I continued to listen.
By Jessica Watters8 years ago in Humans
Girls' Night In
You call it "girls' night in," I call it free therapy! The few days out of our lives where us gals just kick it back with PJ's on and all the care in the world of how we look out the door. A night where picking the right outfit, putting on those high heels you've been eyeing for a while, and finishing off the look with that sexy red lipstick becomes completely irrelevant. Nights like these are for when one of your girl says, "I got some tea to spill!" earlier in the day, and so now the priority becomes looking forward to that time where you and your girls get together to spill some tea, while literally sipping on some, or, as most might prefer, while sippin' on a glass of wine.
By Simply Soly8 years ago in Humans
Fake Friends
I will write about my experience with fake friends in 3 steps which made it more and more obvious that I mean nothing to her. I have had to go through this sadly but that gives me a chance to help you before you get hurt just as bad!
By Ffion8 years ago in Humans
Change of View
Some pretty amazing things have been happening to me in the last few months. I don't think these things would be happening though if I didn't start changing my perspective. The older I get, the more I start to see the world differently. I changed the way I look at creativity and inspiration, my views on friendships, relationships, and just being a human being in general.
By Tatiana Parker8 years ago in Humans
A Big Struggle
So last year I started uni. And yeah, t'was a laugh and a half. Got drunk, met new people, did lots of work, got good grades and had fun. That's what we are told uni is like and yeah, it is. It really is. But I was never told how much of a struggle it was going to be. I lost friends, felt disconnected from my family and feel like an outsider during all my holiday time at home.
By Lauren Whitney8 years ago in Humans