My Best Friend

My best friend and I have been best friends since the first year of middle school. When I first met her, she was really quiet. The first thing I noticed was her big eraser and it said on it, "For BIG Mistakes." I thought it was a little silly and we both looked at each other. It got very awkward between us and we didn't talk much on the first day. The next day, she sat with me during lunch. I started noticing that we had almost every class together. We started hanging out with each other, and became good friends. During choir, I used to draw while the teacher taught. If we didn't practice on singing, she would just teach us about different composers and so. So, I would draw during those periods and my new friend, Savan, (that'll be her nickname; very close to her name) would watch me draw my Sonic characters. She started following in my footsteps by getting into Sonic and started drawing her own Sonic characters. We both made a new "friend." After we got to know her, I started realizing that she was just a mean bitch. She started taking away my new friend and stole from her. I had to tell my new friend and she said, "She told me that you're lying." I felt like my heart was splitting apart. They started hanging out and the witch started bossing her around. Savan was very innocent and fragile; more innocent than me. She then started getting depressed. I just thought it was the bullying from the witch. It turns out she had depression for a long time and her mother has it too. Her parents are divorced because of domestic abuse. Her mother started getting depressed due to that and pretty much got the life sucked out of her. My friend, Savan, started turning into her mother; stressed and depressed. I couldn't bare it anymore and wanted to help out. But, that witch kept pushing me away and found ways to really stretch my heart out. I went to my mother for advice and she told me to ignore her. It took months for my new friend to come back to me. She had enough of the witch's shenanigans. We started collecting our broken friendship and put it back to together. But, the witch came back and smashed it with a hammer. She took her away again and I was once again alone. I had other friends, but they left me too. They had other friends and started hanging out with them, and left me alone at lunch. I was really stressed out during 6th grade and really couldn't take it anymore. My friend came back and I decided to give her ground rules. Never ever mention the witch's name or talk about her with each other. We started fixing up our friendship and we celebrated the awesome 3 years of our best friendship. There are times where her depression strikes her and she gets those crying episodes. I remember she started crying and we couldn't ask her why. She didn't even know why. She ended up being diagnosed with depression. ( You know just to be sure. ) We're now in high school and things have been great. Well, except for the stressful classes and trying to spend time with each other. Today wasn't a good day, because these boys went through her stuff and took her flashdrive. They ended up looking through her personal stuff. She was so upset. They apologized but she's still pissed off about it. She couldn't stop crying through lunch, and I couldn't see her tears roll down her cheeks. If one of us cried, one of us would react and cry. It was a chain reaction; I tried my best to comfort it. I was really good at the advice. She would ask me and I would give it to her. She always felt better after my advice. Back in middle school, I didn't know what to say and stayed silent. I remember her coming up to me and saying she wanted to kill herself. I stood there, blank stare, and she walked off. I wanted to cry so badly. I didn't want my best friend to die. I knew she was my true friend. Whenever I got sick, she would come with me to the office so I could call my mom. When I started crying, I would hide in the bathroom, and she would follow. Whenever she cried, I tried everything to comfort her. I drew her pictures, and I bought her gifts. I sometimes gave her treats, but what I liked to do was hold her and wait until she calmed down. Sometimes I would whisper stuff to her, saying that everything was ok, and not to worry about it. I hate to see her cry and when she cried today during lunch, I had to do something. Right now, I'm drawing her something and I texted her saying, "Wear your best friend necklace tomorrow. No questions asked." She was pretty questionable but agreed to it. Tomorrow, I'm going to give her the picture and just tell her that she means everything to me. This girl means everything to me. We've been through so many hard times, and we made it through. I love her. She's my best friend. My true friend, in fact. She's just the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don't care what people think of us. If we're crazy,alright, we're crazy. No matter what the world says we'll never break apart. I would do anything for her. I remember when she told me that if we were never friends, she would be dead. I'm so glad she stuck through all the hard times. I'm so proud of her. The only thing I worry about is that she's still innocent and I'm afraid of how she'll be in the outside world. I'm afraid of her getting raped or get pregnant early. I'm scared to death if something happens to her. I always watch her, make sure she's safe. As long as I see her smile or laugh, I'm ok. It's hard writing this; I can't cry without mentioning our story.