I had a friend when I was younger, I was about five years old, and she was a year older. We’ll call her Dalyla for this. Dalyla’s father was in prison for something, but I didn’t care. Now you see, stupid, naive me, liked her. I liked Dalyla more than a friend. I did for five years. But she was toxic, always hot and cold, leaving me wondering what I did wrong. One week she would play with me, laugh with me (or at I do not know), we would be perfect. Then the next week it was like I had killed her pet, she was so distant, always punishing me when I didn’t know what I did. She had me quit my ballet class because she wanted me to spend more time with her, she even tried to get me to quit swim but that was one I wouldn’t quit. Some days she would act like a different person, saying that the Dalyla I knew was somewhere else, sometimes she’d call herself the ice queen. So I don’t know if there was something deeply wrong with her, or if she was just playing a cruel game with me. Dangling her affection and support only to take it away again, leaving me desperate for her affection to come back again.
I wish I could hate Dalyla, but I can’t, no matter how hard I try. I just hope I never see her again.
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