„I hate you! I wish you never were born!"
These are the words I said to my best friend.
I remember it, like it happened yesterday. Everything began with the holidays we spend together:
It was a sunny afternoon. We were playing minigolf with our familys, when I heard her voice: „You... This is some kind of trick right? Nobody can finish every stage with just one hit." She was right. But I'm pretty good in minigolf. The voice said that this was impossible.
Well... It's actually NOT impossible. As long as I've got something to hit the ball with, I'm good at it. But that's not everything. After these holidays, we fought very often.
I hated it.
I hated it so much.
But it just wouldn't stop. And then, one day it completely escalated.
I screamed these words directly at her.
She didn't say anything. She just stood there. Stunned.
The only thing quietly moving were the tears pouring out of her her eyes, rolling down her cheeks and dropping onto the ground with a quiet drip.
After this, I closed myself away from everyone. I stuck with my new best friend until highschool and never made new friends. Until this accident...