{told from Eléonores POV}
When potential friends first look at me, the thing they usually notice right off the bat, is my eyes. One’s a deep brown, while the other is a forest green. Then they notice my hair. It’s a fairly average caramel brunette colour, but the thing that usually catches their attention is how long it is. It goes down to about my waist. It’s not that hard to see as I usually keep my hair in a loose plait, however, when it’s down, it looks even longer.
Clearly this potential friend was no different.
I was at a party, trying to avoid the sweaty bodies of my adolescent peers, before finally reaching my destination of my best friend, Lydie. She was sort of a party animal, and her parents were more often than not away from home on business. This (and the fact that she was an only child) made her house the perfect party house.
She was wearing jeans, a loose T-shirt, a hoodie, and over all that, a jacket. I didn’t know how she wasn’t dying of heat stroke, as I was finding that I felt like I was about to collapse of a pounding migraine even thought I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt.
‘Well.’ I thought,‘I guess she has better tolerance. Or maybe she’s just really cold. One or the other. Or maybe both!’.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sharp pain in my head, reminding me of why I came up to her in the first place.
“Hey, uh... I’m gonna go lie down. You okay with me dying on your bed?” I wasn’t hesitant to ask, as at this point, Lydie would probably be worried if I didn’t ask.
“Sure. If anyone’s already in there, come to me and I’ll kick them out!” Lydie hollered over the blasting music.
So I slipped my way through the crowd and up into the large bedroom.
Boy was I in for a shock.
There was the schools trouble maker. Sitting on my best friends bed.
I wasn’t surprised to see her at the party, no. I was surprised to find her here. Most of the time she would be lurking in a corner of the main room, about to drag someone off into a nearby alley just so she could take out her anger. Leaving them with a broken something.
Or so I’d heard. I’d never really, fully believed the rumors, as i wouldn’t want to wrongfully assume something about someone. But if I stepped back and looked at the evidence, there was an astonishing amount.
I liked to think of everyone as a potential friend, even though I found social gatherings rather exhausting. I believed her name was Anaya, but as I had only heard rumours, I had no solid evidence and I was not one to assume.
“What are you doing here.” She growled out. “Shouldn’t you be downstairs talking to that weird girl that’s hosting this whole thing?”
“Um... I just came upstairs to rest a little. Is that okay?” My breathing got quicker. I could tell that my voice sounded shaky. But for whatever reason, I couldn’t quite get it to stop sounding so timid. Maybe it was the ever growing stabbing feeling behind my eyes, or the dizziness that was starting to creep up, or maybe it was the fact that I wasn’t already being beaten half way to deaths door.
All I know is that my vision started to get worse and worse. It started to blur and colored dots danced on my eyes.
“I-I... I need to lie down.” I stammered.
“Uh hum. And I need some alone time kid. So scram or I’ll..... Kid? Kid? You good?”
“I...”
My vision went black.
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