If Anyone Asks Why I'm Always Scared
“Oh, go kill yourself!”
He meant it as a joke
which is why, probably,
they don’t understand the way she reacts
Why she sits upright and clenches the armrests of her chair so hard
that her knuckles are white
and why she snaps at them
“Don’t joke about that.”
She won’t remember
But even though she will not remember
she cannot forget
She can’t forget when she led a double life
It was the best of times
It was the worst of times
And she loathes, loathes, loathes to be so cliche
But sometimes it is positively unavoidable
Those were her golden days
Gold, gold, gold
Literally so
Golden lights, golden sunshine, golden fireflies
Golden hair in golden rooms filled with golden hazes in golden dreams
Nothing gold can stay…
Times of dreams come true;
Times when it could not be and yet,
somehow, impossibly,
it almost was
Times of spinning hugs,
long, soft gazes,
brushes of electric touch and
quiet, dark car rides,
the air filled with a tension that didn’t feel at all bad
the way most tension did
Times of falling into his arms
being swept off her feet
Nothing gold can stay…
Times of screaming
The world collapsing in on her
Her blood turning to ice, then lead
Crippling, paralyzing terror
Home alone
begging God to give her the right words
begging him to stay
Times of sobbing wildly until she couldn’t breathe
hunching over
scratching at her arms
tearing at her hair
trying not to throw up
With no idea who to call, who to tell
as time runs out, as he tells her these horrible things, tries to tell her goodbye
She got lucky. He stayed
It happened again
and again
and again
She doesn't remember every individual time
because it goes on for so
so
long
nearly a year, in fact
She is honestly not sure
how she made it through
how either of them did, really
Blurs of exhaustion, weeping, crippling nausea from the sheer stress
broken bleeding shattered hearts tattered and twisted and torn apart broken bleeding shattered hearts tattered and twisted and torn apart broken bleeding shattered hearts tattered and twisted and torn apart
Of frayed nerves and sickness and fighting
Fighting to keep him alive
Fighting herself
Fighting with what to do, who to tell
How does one decide how to lose their best friend?
By betraying his trust and by making him hate you
or by saying nothing and letting him die?
She gives herself credit for getting him through,
spinning words together in a desperate attempt to keep him alive
but it is the other she who saves him eventually,
saves him the way she knows she never can
But it does not matter, in that moment,
that he will never love her
at least, that’s what she whispers to herself in the dark of night as she claws at the sheets and stifles her sobs
because she can’t make him happy that way
but this new girl can
and at least he is alive
It has taken so, so long
but, at last, they both begin to heal
Her nightmares leave her life,
retreating back into her sleep
where they belong
But she will never stop being scared or scarred
and it is for this reason that she feels twice as heavy by the time the year is out than when it began
and it is for this reason that she will clench the armrests of her chair
and snap at those who make jokes
because some things
are
not
funny.