Chapter 6

　　I remember one day when I was twelve years old. It was a sunny Friday afternoon and Chris and I were chasing each other around outside.

　　“Catch me if you can!” Chris yelled in laughter as he ran behind a tree, not knowing that I was planning on cutting him off on the other side.

　　When I grabbed on to him he didn’t try and get away like usual. He grabbed me back and hugged me really tight.

　　“You’re the most special person in the world,” Chris exclaimed, hugging me even tighter and making me aware that he was half a head longer than me. “I’m glad that you’re my friend.”

　　I didn’t feel I deserved him. I didn’t feel special. I felt used and broken.

　　I didn’t smile back to him as he looked down to me, the laugh still spread over his face. I suggested that we go inside and watch a movie. I still can’t remember what movie it was. I was just sitting there thinking that if I was really that special someone would have saved me by now.