Rambligs of a Guilty Strawberry

I was just a child back then, a tiny one. I never knew I'd become this big of a failure. If I knew that I would be such a disappointment I would've done something about it a long time ago. The others and I never really got along, probably because I was smaller and not as red as them. However, they never really did anything bad to me. We just did talk as much. I got along with the kiwis well enogh, it just wasn't the same. 

One time I went out with a kiwi, a close friend of mine, to do an abandoned kitchen. We probably spent days just climbing the fridge, but I can't be sure. Kiwi really liked climbing, she always liked adventures like that. I was a big coward back then, maybe even now. I didn't want to climb that fridge, but I knew Kiwi was going to climb it whether I was with her or not, so I joined her. The climb was long and I was scared during the whole thing, but I didn't say a word. I knew Kiwi was waiting for this moment for a long time, so I just kept my mouth shut and continued climbing. 

When we reached the top of the fridge, Kiwi was ecstatic. I was trying my best not to puke all over the place. In the end, I don't regret climbing with her, because seeing her happy made me happy. 

We took a little break on top of the fridge, and then Kiwi decided that we should explore the insides of the fridge. I didn't want to do that, since there was a chance that the fridge was still alive, but Kiwi insisted that we go in. I agreed and we forced the fridge's door open and entered inside. The fridge was dark and empty, having died years before we were even born. Kiwi didn't hesitate to jump in its cabinet, but I did. Even though the thing was long dead, I had the feeling that It would come back to life and eat us.

I looked at Kiwi, who was jumping around the empty insides of the dead frifge and decided that I should join her. I didn't care about the monster anymore, I just wanted to have fun with Kiwi. We played in that fridge for so long, that we didn't even realize that the sun had set. We quickly jumped out of the fridge and ran back home. It took us a few hours to reach home, way less than the time we needed to climb the fridge. When we got home, Kiwi's mom was angry with her and hit her. It was the first time I saw someone that angry, and it left an imprint on me. 

It was the first time I saw Kiwi bleed too, it hurt to watch her green blood drop to the tiles on the floor. I felt bad for her, especially after I went to my family. They didn't really notice that I was gone for a few days and they wouldn't have cared either. I went to bed and had dreams about Kiwi, but they weren't happy like most the dreams I had about her. They weren'tscary, just sad. I was sad for her.