(R) Chapter Eight

Waking into the house we built, you would have thought it would be our dream house. It seemed so perfect and with everything we ever wanted in a house before.

Like those TikTok's that show what house you'll have with your first @. It looked amazing.

A pool, gym, and amazing views of the ocean. Our house of luxury. Our house seemed to build off of how well we knew each other, that explains why it looked so amazing on the outside.

The inside of the house looked slightly more empty than I thought it would be but I didn't think much of it! Even though we've been living in this house for 6 years, that doesn't mean the furniture won't come anytime soon.

 I walked into our closet, the closet of memories that could make anyone smile.

Maybe it was just me but, getting dressed and picking a memory in the moment was the most fun thing I've done in the house. Even more fun than hanging out with you.

Our memories of happyness seemed to stem from our beginnings to endlessness. It seemed like it would be never ending.

I picked a memory off the wall, looking at it, the hue of happiness and laughter overwhelmed me. Soon the picture started to move, showing the happy memory of us.

It was late at night and I was in the car with my mom. We passed the park and I thought I saw you and my mom pulled over. I got out of the car and called out your name, and like two happy puppy siblings seeing each other again, you hopped the fence and we both ran to each other and hugged each other.

The frame of the memory slowly turned a hue of light pink with the yellow, showing love and happiness.

All I could do was smile as I saw the memory played again. I slowly put the memory back on the wall and continued to walk down the closet.

All I saw was yellow, pink, yellow, blue. 

Blue?

I looked at the memory on the wall, confused on why it was there. When has there been any moments of sadness in our friendship? I don't remember that.

I quickly grabbed the memory off the wall and looked down at it, the memory looked faded, the hue of a dark blue surrounded it. 

"This must be a really sad memory.." I mumbled to myself as I waited for the memory to play but it didn't.

Soon the memory exploded and a different memory showed in my hands; a happy one.

It was like it hid from me or it just exploded for no reason.

I didn't bother though, it was probably a mistake. We've never had a bad memory… at least not one I could recall. 

Wait. I won't second guess myself. We've never had a sad memory. I know we haven't.

I continue to walk down the closet. Staying happy and content with all the memories I saw, felt, and heard. 

I felt blissful. 

Soon the memories came to an end, the closet still slowly making new ones as the hall got longer and longer.

I looked at the end of the closet wall and it looked weird. It seemed like it was moving opposite of the other closet walls. 

I put my hand on the back of the wall and slowly a door opened.

Maybe I could get even more confused than I already was. 

I felt negative energy coming from the other room into the hall.

Wasn't this the closet of memories? Why was I feeling this.. anxious. 

I felt my breathing quicken as I opened the door more. What was in there? What could be in there..?

Before I opened the door fully it quickly shut itself, flinging me onto the floor.

I looked at the door and quickly got up, trying to open the door again but it just wouldn't budge. I looked confused but I thought, maybe I wasn't supposed to open it?

I started to head back to the door of the closet when I came across another memory; a happy one this time.. but it was faded like the blue one that got destroyed. 

Would this one get destroyed too?

I got it off the wall and waited for it to play the memory, in which it did.

It was a memory of us in middle school before you moved. 

We were walking to my house, laughing and such, and I joked about marrying you and you joined in. I got a flower from the ground and got on one knee, "proposing" to you.

Looking at the memory play all I could do was let off a faint smile. The negativity leaving my body from whatever feeling was coming from that other room.

But I guess my smile would be cut short, just like the memory.

The memory started to glitch before you could accept my proposal, the hue of color started to rapidly change from yellow to blue and dark blue. 

I started to panic, this was one of my favorite memories, what was going on?

Soon the memory exploded in my hands once again and a different memory appeared in my hands; a sad one.

A sad one?

No.

That can't be right. We've never had sad memories! Why would we? We were amazing friends to each other. 

This has to be other mistakes. Another mistake in my memory right? Why else would it disappear? 

I took a deep breath and held the memory close to my chest. I quickly felt its negativity and sadness.

I could feel myself starting to tear up… I didn't like this. Why am I crying? Why? Why.. why..

I shift my head back to the door at the end of the closet hall.

I sprint back and quickly get the door to open and step inside.

"What the.." I mumbled as all I saw was blue, dark blue and red memories. I immediately felt sick.

I wanted to throw up. 

What was all of this..? Was this longer than our memories of happiness? I didn't remember or recall any of these memories at all.

Hours pass as I go one by one and look at the memories on these walls…. These new walls I've never seen.

Then I look back at the memory I had before in my hand, my favorite one.

It was completely faded with the words written across the frame, "He forgot."

He forgot what?

I laughed, this has to be a joke.

This was a happy moment both of us should have remembered for… well forever! No way he would forget about this.

"This is all fake.." I started to laugh to myself, all of this was fake! Nice try but you could never fool me.

I turn back around and walk back into my happy memories and my heart drops.

The newest ones were completely faded. The words across the frames saying, "Has turned into a sad memory." And "He forgot." And "He hurted you." And "He stole your smile." 

What?!

What is going on? No way this is happening, I couldn't believe this.

Soon all the happy memories from where we started to the end of the door, started to fade completely. Some started to explode and turn into sad memories, floating through the wall into the next room.

No. Was this my fault? Did I do something? Why are they exploding?

I tried running from wall to wall frantically, trying to save all of these memories that meant the world to me.

I couldn't do anything, and soon it was too late. 

All of the happy memories… all of them were gone.

They've either exploded completely, turned sad, or they faded beyond recognition.

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes once more… I couldn't believe this was happening.

Dropping to the floor, I screamed in agony, pain, and anger as tears streamed down my face.

I've never cried out like this before in my life… not even for 'P'..

It was hard to breathe. Clutching my chest like I just had gotten stabbed there.

I guess in all honesty, I was stabbed.

My dog beside me looks at me with concern and confusion, knowing she couldn't do anything but wait until I was done crying.

I got up and tried to walk out of the closet completely, walking slothy, hitting the walls as I made it back to my room.

My dog jumped on my bed, walking into my arms and all I could do was hug her as softly yet as hard as I could for my pain to ease and I could control myself again.

I regretted everything… Maybe confessing was the wrong thing to do.

Who knew someone could hurt me even more than 'P' had.

You even said you wouldn't become like that to me.

You were right.. you became worse.

So much worse than I could even imagine…

How could you hurt me like this?

At least you could have let me down a lot better than you did.

How was I supposed to know that everything would have gone downhill from here?

Just because I expressed myself.. I hate myself for loving you.

For trying to confide in you.

For everything we've done together.

Because if we hadn't, 'P' would continue to hold the top spot of hurt in my life.

But rankings change and can stay there permanently.

Just like you have.

I guess you're first place for something now.