Seven Wet Toenails. (A Memory)

It was April of 2014.
It was a Thursday,
2 days before my Senior prom.
and all I wanted
was to die.

I didn't want to kill myself,
I just sorta wanted to, ya' know...
not exist anymore.

I told this to my nearest, dearest,
most trusted teacher friend.
She called my mom.
I had a panic attack.

I was lying on the floor of her classroom, 
unable to breathe.
Teacher Friend called my friend, K. 

Teacher Friend and I both just 
expected K to talk to me over the phone.
However,
She didn't talk to me over the phone.

She drove back to the school 
in a tank top and shorts 
and flip-flops
despite it being so cold. 

She had been painting her toenails for prom
Seven of them still had wet paint on them,
the other three 
had not yet been painted.
And yet, she came.

She ran into Teacher Friend's classroom
and tackled me with the best hug I've ever been a part of.
She looked me in the eye and started to cry.

K drove me to the park 
we sat on top of a hill
and watched the sun set
and the moon rise.
We existed together in silence.

When both of us were thoroughly chilled to the core,
we got back into K's baby blue Beetle
and returned to the school, Teacher Friend
and my nervous wreck of a mother. 
And ya know what? 

I wanted to die just a little bit less after that.

Reviews

[JMaster1]

I love it ,Very good writing

[Robert Haigh]

That's what true friendship is about! Your friend K is indeed a true friend! Glad that K was there for you. Thanks for sharing!