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Sarah remained silent for a moment.

'You'd better answer quickly!' I screamed at her.

She remained quiet.

I threw the pad at her, and again demanded that she tell me what was going on.

'I've been taking notes.'

'Notes on what?!'

'On you. Everything you've told me about yourself... I've been writing down.'


'I have an interest in this stuff. I'm writing an essay on it for a Sociology report. I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid you'd react... Well, like this. I really need this. I need to pass this course.'

I couldn't believe it. She had been using me all this time. Using me for her stupid essay?! Whilst I'm out here living on the streets and struggling just to stay alive, she's been worried about her stupid essay... It made me sick to think over it.

'...I thought you liked me,' I mumbled. 'But obviously I was wrong.'

'I do like you! Not in a romantic way, but I think you're a nice person, and I consider you to be a friend.'

'Well, I haven't had a friend in a year, and unless they've changed the whole concept of frienship, I'm pretty sure that friends tell eachother stuff like this, and don't use one another! So, what, when you were done with your essay you were just going to leave me and go and pass your stupid course?!'

'...I didn't want to leave you. I wanted to remain as your friend. I was just worried it would be difficult. You're homeless and... It'd be hard.'

'But friends fight through that! Friends don't care!'

She looked at the ground, and I saw a drop of water fall to the ground. She was crying.

But this time I felt nothing. No sympathy, no regret. Only anger. She used me. We couldn't be friends any more.

'Get out of my sight.'

'What?' She seemed surprised that I was still angry - like her tears would melt my heart once again. Not this time.

'Leave me alone! I don't ever want to see you again!'

Sarah looked at me one last time, then ran out of the park, tears streaming down her face.

The End

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