STORY STARTER

Write about an important event in your life from the perspective of someone close to you.

Really try to think about how and why someone else would relate to this event, don't just write about your own experience. It could be a fictional event if preferred.

Silence Before The Storm

She hasn’t texted me in a month. She hasn’t given me any sign of life. She hasn’t answered my question. I wait every day, but my hope that he’ll respond is getting less and less. One morning I decided I’d waited long enough, I’d write to her. I didn’t know how to start, what to ask her. I didn’t know how we got to this point, because we’re best friends. I didn’t know why she was mad at me. What harm could I have done her that she didn’t gave me an answer. Because I know she saw what I wrote her. Enough. I can’t torture myself over this anymore. I’m writing to her what I feel, and only the pure truth.

“I don’t know how we got to this point, that a month has passed and you still haven’t answered me. Are you mad at me? Are you upset? Did something bad happen to you?”

I didn’t know whether I was more worried about her wellbeing or our friendship. Either way, I felt in my gut that something was going to fall apart.

And oh, what an avalanche I started!



A few days later, I received her reply. That extremely long message hit me like a lightning bolt from the calm sky. She was mad at me, furious. I could almost see her screaming into the phone screen. I saw her face distorted into a grotesque shape, her features sharpening, her head red with venom, her cold, blue eyes bulging out, surrounded by the fierce, searing flames of anger.

She wrote that I had let her down. When I hadn’t answered her message for two weeks. I couldn’t find the words. But I had so much to do, and my phone wasn’t working… I… I had so many people to deal with, and… and I didn’t had time for my best friend. I wasn’t there for her.

She firmly stated that she hated me for that, and wanted me to hate her too. But I couldn’t hate her. Shespoke ill of herself and me, ugly, disgusting things. I couldn’t even fathom how anyone could talk like that about themselves or anyone else.

The message has completely shattered my heart. Before, I was full of new ideas and happiness, and afterwards, all I was left with was fear and bitterness. The grief of losing my best friend, and maybe it was really my fault. I expected that we would be good friends for now on, but from the silent silence, a raging storm arose, wishing for my death, my agonizing suicide. That I should drown myself in a stream of hatred and never look back.

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