Friend Forgotten

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

~ John Keats

Half naked, she stepped to the water’s edge of the murky river. The moonlight glistened on the water as she could see her way, picking around the rocks and going in deeper.

This is how it happened for him too, except it was by a stoning that forced him to the water’s edge. Hers was of free will.

She looked up to the bright full moon. “We belong together”. She whispered as the tears streamed down her face. She sat on a large rock sticking out of the water and lowered her head onto her bare knees and cried.

“Why did they do this to you? Why did they force you to the water’s edge naked and cold throwing stones at your thin white body? You never did anything to them, but they hated you just because you were different.” She cried in despair.

She raised her now shivering body to standing and looked back up at the stars. “All you ever were to me was kind. Was it because you understood that I am different too? Was it because I accepted you for who you are?”

She looked back down into the murky water. This had to be the very spot where he was forced to go into the water to make the pain of bullying go away. The stones had cut his naked body deeply, bleeding. She couldn’t even imagine his pain as the cold water engulfed his painful body. What did the water do for his painful mind? Did he cry out? Did he accept his fate and welcome the cold dark waters to envelope his dying body? Did he give in as he scarcely kicked at the jagged stones on the river’s bottom until he had drifted out so far that he couldn’t touch bottom anymore?

It was easier to give into his fate. To make the pain go away. The pain of being different. The pain of being bullied. Even his family despised him, but he found only one true friend and she was standing at the water’s edge.

“Please. Take my pain away.” She barely squeaked out the words and continued forward into the dark, cold water of the river.

Chad, I will never forget you.

Rest In Peace, my friend. Your pain is gone and mine lives on.

~A.C. Rae


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