Have you ever looked at two people who were best friends and wished that you had that sort of connection in your life? Two people who knew that they could tell each other anything, no matter how trivial. Two people that knew no matter what was wrong the other would drop everything to be there for them. The type of best friends who laugh at each others lame jokes- especially the ones that were the lamest.
The sort of connection that you knew would be unbreakable, not even the strongest blade could tear through the tether of that connection to you. Intense, right?
Well, I think I found my person. My best friend, someone that I would be silly to let go of. Lucky for her, I plan to never let her disappear from my life.
"Dustin! Dustin!" Her voice is frantic as she reaches his side, eyes pooled with unshed tears.
"Mum? What's wrong? Calm down, tell me what's wrong?" Dustin tries to stay calm, placing a comforting hand on his mothers distraught shoulder.
She was shaking beneath his touch, her eyes frenzied as she looked back over her shoulder.
"It's your father." She starts, her voice breaking. "He seemed fine one minute- but- but then it all happened so quickly. Dustin, he says he can't breathe!" She grabs his wrist roughly, beginning to drag him down the path she had run up. Panic surges through him, as he takes off down the path- "kitchen!" She yells after him.
Feet skid on the kitchen floor, his eyes finding his father. Face down his body is deathly still. The room quiet. "Dad?" Dustin falls to his knees beside his father, desperate hands finding his face. Eyes stare lifelessly at the sky, lips slightly parted. "Dad? Dad!" He cries, as he rolls his lifeless body into his back, his ear pressing to his chest as he frantically listened for the gentle thump of a beating heart.
But he hears nothing, nothing but the sound of his own heart, frantically racing in his ears. His blood turns to ice. "No. No no no no, dad! Dad wake up! Dad, please!"
But he doesn't, and he never will.
His body is taken away, as people rush around him, as his mothers wails fill the silence.
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Mum doesn't handle his death well. Days turn into weeks, which turn into months, which turns into a year. She falls further and further into the abyss. Eyes, which had once been filled with a sense of excitement, were now dull, often found staring into empty space as her hand nurture a bottle of poison. "Dusty," she hiccups, one night, her breath thick with the smell of booze, "I think I have to go now." She grabs him by the shoulders, unsteady on her feet. "Too much around here reminds me of him..."
"Mum what are you talking about? Look, let's get you to bed- put the bottle down." Gently he pries the bottle from her fingers, placing it onto the table top as he slips one of her arms around his shoulders. Talking most her wait he carries her to her room, placing her down on her bed.
"Get some sleep," he pulls off her shoes, "we'll talk in the morning." Pulling a spare blanket from the chair in the corner of the room he drapes it over her body. "Goodnight, Mum," he whispers as he closes the door behind him.
"Goodbye, Dustin." She whispers to the door.
He wakes the next morning to an empty house.
"Mum?" Running upstairs he is greeted with an empty room and unmade bed. A note on the pillow.
I'm sorry but I can't do be here anymore.
Everything reminds me of him. It's all too painful.
The dictionary defines 'best friend' as someone who is there for you through the thick and thin. The one person you can tell anything to without judgment. The person who will always want what's best for you. You can solely be yourself around them, and they accept you for all your flaws.
Nanette Emsworth was Dustin Carter's best friend. She was his rock in a life that seemed determine to break him down.
Every time me felt like he was losing his grip she was there, making sure that he held on. She was a shoulder to cry on when he had no one else to turn too. A friendly smile that felt like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. He never realise how much he depended on her until the moment her name was called.
When her name echoes around the silent square as his heart stops, his blood turning to ice as desperate eyes search the crowd for her own. He finds them almost immediately, the desire to reach for her consuming him. He thought that he knew what pain felt like after losing his family, but he was wrong.
Nothing could prepare him for the way that his heart felt like it was ripped from his rib cage-