mindcracklove | I Was Wrong

Hey there! So yeah it's been a while since I actually posted here, cuz stuffs... Yay for coming up with compelling topics! I'm gonna save the ramble and just say that about two weeks after I created my DW account and joined Mindcrack Love, my life decided to become really busy and stressful. Not gonna say any more on that, cuz it's boring and sad and personal. Something not as boring (I hope) as my life is my fic. I hope ya'lls enjoy. WARNING!! It hits kinda hard in the feels. Sorry 'bout that...

Death is a part of life. I always knew that. It comes to everyone, and takes them to to a better place.
But I had always assumed death would come when it was time. Not before. Long, long before it was time.
Of course, I knew people died young. I just didn't think that people I knew died young.
I was wrong.

It was a rainy day. Cliché, now that I think about it. Not unexpected, though, not given the location. Mindcrack is always rainy.
She was upset. I never figured out why. I just wanted to cheer her up. So I stopped by her house with some flowers. They might help brighten her mood. I was wrong.

She opened the door with tears in her eyes. Their beautiful emerald-green depths were overflowing. She let me in and haphazardly tossed the flowers in a vase. The problem was more serious than I thought.
She busied herself in the kitchen, preparing food. I touched her shoulder and she flinched. Then she turned towards me. Her tears were flowing faster than ever. I opened my arms for a hug, and she flung herself and was crying in my shoulder in milliseconds.
"Aurey, what's wrong?" I pleaded.
Her only answer was a sob.
"Come on, you can tell me."
"But that's just it, Vechs, I can't tell anyone! It wouldn't help anything anyway. I'm too far gone," she burst out in response.
I was confused, of course, but didn't press the matter further. Maybe I should have. But I didn't. If she didn't want to tell me, she didn't have to. I thought shouldn't investigate further at that moment. All I needed to do was cheer her up. I thought I would have time to solve the problem later. I was wrong.

When I left her house, she was smiling. It was a weak smile, very possibly forced. But it wasn't tears, so I counted it as an improvement. I didn't realize that our goodbye hug would be our last hug. I thought I would see her again. I was wrong.

They found her by the creek. It was her favorite place to be. The sun shone through the trees and dappled the ground, and flowers grew in abundance. Animals would stop there often to drink the water and she loved to look at them. It was a good place to escape the never ending downpour. We would go there with a picnic basket and stare up through the trees, watching squirrels play and making smalltalk. It was such a peaceful place that I thought nothing bad could ever happen there. That nothing could ever tarnish such a lively place. I was wrong.

The image will haunt me forever. It will be the last thing I see when I close my eyes at night, the first thing I'll see when I open them in the morning. I know it will. It stains the back of my eyelids. I always thought that when I remembered her I would remember a bright smile, cheery eyes, and bright red hair blowing in the wind. I was wrong.

I'm now stuck with tear streaked cheeks. With emerald eyes overflowing. With a weak half-smile. I'm left with a suicide note and a cold body. Mud stuck in her beautiful hair and streaking her usually pristine dress. I thought that all the good times couldn't possibly be marred by grave times. I, once again, was wrong.

Now we are leaving. Off to find a new home. A new chapter in the book we call life. I have to leave her behind. I never thought that I would ever leave her behind. I thought our friendship was a binding chain. I was wrong.