It comes without saying that I was thoroughly depressed when Caleb died. Not only was he my best friend, he was also the person I loved most. But this, this is really confusing the hell out of me. How is it, that someone is supposedly dead for a year and then comes back out of thin air?! Well that happened with Caleb. I was the first one who saw him. I was walking home from band practice when I felt an unruly presence behind me. With skilful thinking, I quickly turn around and see him. I gasp, as I'm in shock. But what made me even more surprised when I saw him, was when he hit me, smack bang in the face. He then continued to push me onto the ground, abusing me. Both physically and verbally. I recall him saying this,
"You worthless fucking slut! I was looking forward to seeing everyone but then of course I had to see your fucking ugly ass face!
"Caleb!"
"Shut up you fucking hoe!"
"What did I do to you!?"
"You fucking skank you know what you did! We both know everything you've done!"
"Caleb stop! I thought we were best friends?!"
"Why would I be your best friend after what you did to me!?"
"WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO!?"
"I KNOW WHAT YOU AND MY BROTHER DID WHILE I WAS GONE"
He stopped hitting me and screaming. I can feel the bruises forming and the hot red mess of blood spilling out. I've been damaged. By my best friend.