We stood at the edge of the cliff. My eyes raged with pain and hatred. A feeling that I never usually experienced.
My so called former friend stared back at me, her eyes glazed over in their usual state of ignorance. To think that I had spent so much of my heart on her.
Who would have ever thought that she was actually a wolf in sheep clothing.
I must have been a real bad judge of character. It seemed that everyone else was in on it except for me.
I saw a beautiful talented yet broken young woman, who didn’t know her self worth. I wanted to help her see herself as I saw her. I spent hours listening to her tear herself down, gave her a shoulder when she needed it the most and wiped away her tears when she cried.
I was blind to the real poison that she really was. She was never really a nice person.
She felt power putting others down. The more acid that dropped from her mouth the better she felt. She fed off the misfortunes of others. Seeking validation of her own self, by belittling others.
She thought her shit didn’t stink. A false wave of bravery was worn as a cloak masking her insecurities.
I was so blind to her, that I never saw the knife that she had been holding the whole way through our friendship. I never felt it stab me in the back until it was too late. I was lost in her, love for her leaked from every pore. I was protective of her, she was lost and broken and it was my duty to look out for her.
How wrong I was. She was never my friend. I was just a crutch to her. Used over and over to boost her when she was down. I was her personal punching bag.
She had someone who would ride to the end of the world for her and yet she continued to beat me down to boost her own ego.
As with most things, we started to move apart. The further and further apart we got, the more aware I became of her deceit, of who she truly was.
My eyes were fully open. The rose tinted glasses had fallen and shattered; I was free of their spell. I saw her for who she really was. With every bit of strength I had I removed the knife from my back.
The wound took a while to heal. But in time it did and I grew as a person.
I never thought I would see her again.
But here we were together again, after what felt like an eternity.
She thought I was still the same person I was. Fragile, naive, weak. Boy was she wrong. Little did she know that in the time we had been apart I had grown. The little lap dog that would follow her around was gone. In its place was a fierce, confident and strong woman.
Our eyes locked, two former comrades, now true enemies.
The battle was ready to begin.