Part 2

Me and Lilly, we were tight. It hasn’t always been that way though.  I remember when I was a bratty eight year-old.  I remember making fun of her for her differences.  Have you ever read anyone lived in a pretty how town?  Well, the line ‘they sowed their isn't they reaped their same’ reminds me of how I was.  I sowed my isn’t and reaped my same.  So I hung out with all my prissy friends that I had grown up with in my ritzy neighborhood, and I made terrible fun of my isn’t.  Lilly was my isn’t.

 

      I remember when I first saw her.  Ariel and I laughed our heads off.  You never know how cruel eight year-olds can be until you see it, but you should’ve seen our parents.  They actually played pranks on Lilly’s parents when they got drunk.  It was positively horrifying and embarrassing.  Ariel and I were friends then, but we are no more.

 

      What happened you see was unforgivable.  One night after a cocktail party, a bunch of our fathers were terribly drunk.  After awhile they got bored at the after cocktail party and started cruising around, illegal of course considering all of them were drunk.  When they drove by the Garcia’s, which was Lilly’s last name, house they stopped.  They hatched a truly evil plan.  They would run in the house, pretend to take the wife hostage, and then beat the husband.  They forgot to add Lilly to the plan though.  In fact most of them didn’t know Lilly existed.

 

      Within minutes their idiotic plan was underway, they had the wife in the car and the husband was being beaten.  How do I know this?  I was in Lilly’s house.  Ariel and I had planned a prank of our own.  We were planning on simply breaking in, gag Lilly, and then take her allowance, but that’s when the men showed up.

 

      Lilly didn’t even care we were taking her money and that took the fun out of it, but I bet you wouldn’t care about $14.25 if your mother was in a car with some strange men and your father was being beaten by neighbors.  She was bawling so much Ariel ran away and committed suicide, that very night. Imagine an eight year-old committing suicide.  She jumped off the bridge Lilly later jumped off, but I didn’t find that out until later.

 

      The men beat her father to death, and did terrible things to her mother.  Lilly’s mother was so overcome with grief of the events that she attempted suicide, but every time someone stopped her.  She ended up in an insane asylum.  She never saw her only daughter Lilly again.

 

      After seeing all these terrible events and going to therapy, exactly a year later.  I became friends with Lilly.  We found healing in each others company and shared secrets I had never dared share with Ariel.  Once I think about it. Ariel and I, we were never true friends; we never trusted each other the way I trusted and still trust Lilly.  Her and I, we were simply playmates.  We didn’t even like to share toys that much, we both had a type A personality.  Lilly taught me to change.  She taught me that there is more to life that I thought, and there is.  There is so much more to life that I had missed when I stayed in my safe comfort thinking zone with Ariel and the others, but with Lilly.  We really got out there.