"The Friends"

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We were both little, I was about 9 years old and she was 8.
She is Rachel, who now suffers of a mental disease, why?
You might ask that question.
Why does she suffer a mental disease?
Because of me and my stupid imagination.
That’s the answer a simple short answer.
We were in her house, waiting for her mom to come because we were going to this new park, we were so happy.
All our friends were going to be there: Marcos, Lucia, Pamela, Ricky, Daniela, Karla, Monique and Christopher. We wanted to look really pretty for him; he was the “hottie” of the school.
Rachel’s mom was supposed to pick us up at 4:50 but she called us and told us she was going to take more time, we had no problem; we were playing to be the superheroes.
Rachel lives in a apartment 12th floor, her room window is facing the pool, we were really excited because we could spend more time together.
“You’re not a real superhero like me!” I said.
“But WHY!?!”
“Because only real superheroes can fly” and I threw myself from the bed to the floor, moving my hands like a bird, pretending to fly.
“Be careful! You almost hit the wall!”
“But I didn’t because I’m a superhero and superheroes don’t hit themselves while flying, but of course if tried to do it you will have hit yourself because you don’t know how to fly like me”
“Yes I do!”
“No you don’t!
“Yes I do!”
“Well show it then!”
She threw herself from the bed, whit all the strength and hit herself whit the wall.
I started laughing and singing:
“I told you, I told you, I’m better than you, yes I am, wuwuwu”
She didn’t reply, she was just there laid on the floor, doing nothing.
I started to get nervous I got closer to her; she was pale like a blank sheet of paper.
I tried to call her mom but I didn’t know any number, maybe I did but I was too nervous to remember any.
I decided to get water and throw it to Rachel, nothing.
I was scared, I was crying, I felt guilty and sad.
RINGGGG!
The phone, I picked it up.
It was Rachel’s mom.
“Are you ready girls?
“No.”
“Are you ok, Alexa?”
“Can you come, please, like now?”
“Yeahh, of course, but is everything ok?”
I started crying.
When she arrived I told her what happened, she got Rachel and we both left to the hospital.
Rachel is fine now.
She can’t walk like she used too, she can’t talk like she used too, and we can’t be the friends we used too.
I know Rachel since we were in kinder, but it was different before, she talked to me about everything, she told me all these nice things, but now everything is different, now she only talks about how she wishes this wouldn’t have happened to her.
And I just know one thing.
This happened because of me.
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