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Curiosity Killed Our Friendship

Updated on May 20, 2017

I lazed out on the garden lawn, recalling the glorious past when my friend Ashley and I were still 'friends'. We used to hang out together, go together to the movies, helped each other in our problems. However, it's all gone now. Tears trickled down my cheek as I thought of that single event, that single mistake, that stole my friend away from me.

It all began on a hot Saturday. I was in my bedroom, trying to fight away my boredom. Having nothing to do, I grabbed my coat and stormed down the stairs.
"Mom!" I yelled. "I'm going over to Ashley's."
"Okay dear," she replied.
"But be back for supper on time."
Ashley's house was two houses away from mine, so I went there on foot. As I reached her home, I rang the bell. No one answered for a long time. It was when I rang the bell a third time, and had decided to leave, did Ashley open the door.

My prim and proper friend's dishevelled appearance was a bolt from the blue. Her hair was unkempt and messy, there were some scars on her arms and cheeks, and her face looked rather dirty. What worried me most was the agitated look on her face. "Oh my! Ashley, what's happened? What's wrong with you?"
"Oh its you! Sorry. Never mind how I look."
I scowled.
"Sara, can you do me a favour?"
"Answer my questions first. Is everything alright?"
"I'll tell you everything. But before that, will you do something for me?"
I sighed.
She went in and brought back a tiny parcel. It was wrapped with brown paper. Ashley gave me a small chit.
"Just take this to the post office and ask them to deliver this to this address. The one on the paper, yeah. Just, um, don't open it, okay?"
I shook my head.
"Okay. Bye"

I walked towards the post office, with the parcel in my hand. Despite it being a hot day, a cold shiver ran down my spine. Nervousness pulled ne down as my sixth sense beseeched me to have just a tiny peak. I gave in to my mind rather then my heart and made a tiny slit on the side of the parcel and took a peek.

Clasping my hands over my mouth, I let the parcel fall from my hand. A scream rose up my throat as I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline in my body.
My vision blurred and static filled my ears.
"Ashley has started dealing with drugs! How could she?"
I picked up the parcel, dropped its contents in a storm drain and rushed back home. Ashley called me once or twice after that put I never picked her call. She even came to visit me once, but I forced my mother to lie to her that I was not at home.
She later left me a message that she was going to Canada to visit her uncle.

A month later, on a Sunday night, my parents went out for a wedding, leaving me alone at home.
Ding dong!
I lazily walked down the stairs and opened the door.
A girl stood at my doorstep. Her face was pale, with swollen dark-rimmed eyes. She had lost her fine figure. Her once kind eyes spat out fury and hatred.
"Where's then parcel?" she asked in a venomous voice.
I did not reply.
"Sara! Where is it?!"
"I threw it!I threw it away."
That shocked Ashley.
"And since when did you start dealing in drugs?"
"Drugs?" Her stare seemed to penetrate through my soul.
"Sara! I told you not to open it! It wasn't an illegal or some kind of abusive drug. It was a medicinal drug! A medicine! I hard worked so hard to get it."
I could feel her anger boiling.
"It was supposed to be sent to my uncle! He is -- was suffering from methamphetamine. And do you even know what that is? It's a disease in which a person feels that something is crawling under his skin and he'll do anything-- anything to relieve himself of his pain. And now, my uncle is dead! He slit his own throat to rid himself of their irritation. And it's all because of you!"
Her voice suddenly lowered.
"Remember, curiosity killed the cat? It's now killed our friendship."
She turned around and stormed away.
I suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the floor. My head was spinning too fast for me to bear. Tears rolled down my cheeks and i fell dead to the world.

Ever since then, I have felt like a murderer. The guilt still pricks me when I recall the last words she said to me, which go through my heart like daggers.
'Curiosity killed the cat, Sara. It's now killed our friendship.'

Have you ever had such an experience?

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      John Hansen 

      3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      That was a heart-wrenching but compelling read. Well done.


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