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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Actions Speak Louder than Words" (without using the actual phrase). (02/21/08)
- TITLE: So Alone
By nicole wian
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She’d been in a car accident twenty-five days ago and was still in the hospital. The doctors said she would recover, she would walk again but that her face would be permanently scarred. Before she’d been rescued, the car had started on fire and she’d been very badly burned. Now, she looked like a monster. Unrecognizable from any photos. There was the option of corrective surgery but she knew she would never go back to looking as she once did. Pretty. Or anywhere close to pretty. She had been as pretty as the classical song that was playing softly on the radio her father had turned on by her bed. She could admit that now, only because she no longer was.
She’d been homecoming and prom queen, captain of the cheer squad,. She’d had tons of friends, a cute, doting boyfriend, and to be truthful, many admirers. But they weren’t here now. Their cards, balloons and gifts were all that was left to remind her that they had come. At first. Once. Her friends, and boyfriend had come the first day she’d been here but she’d seen their faces, crumpling with pity and fear when they’d viewed her own face. Their eyes gave away the fact that they wouldn’t return, but she’d wanted to believe their words. They’d all said, “Is there anything we can do? Is there anything you need? “ She’d said no, thinking their presence enough. And it would have been, but now she didn’t have that. A phone call now and then but mostly the phone lay silent, sleeping. And really, the phone calls hurt the most. Because on the other end of the line, they all assured here they would come, maybe tomorrow, the next day. The first two weeks, she waited. Believed they would come see her, that things hadn’t changed that much just because her appearance had. But they hadn’t. Her boyfriend, either. He’d kept his distance when he first saw her, and stuttered, but had promised her he’d come back the very next day. But that day came and went without a visit
Now it was just cards, balloons, floating in the sterile room, losing their plumpness, sticky sweet, something you crave as a child, no substance. The cards all read, “We miss you so much!” “Get better soon!” “We love you and can’t wait till you come back!” But if they really missed her, why weren’t they here? Her mom and dad were all she had left, but they were her mom and dad. Of course, they were loyal. Of course, they truly loved her. But she was astonished that not one, out of the so many she knew, had come to visit at least a second time. Not one. She couldn’t go back to that school, not even when she was better, not now, not knowing that she hadn’t a true friend in the world. Even Nick, she could accept a little bit, him being just a boy. Boys come and go. But Jamie? Her best friend since seventh grade, they’d shared so much.
The phone rang, the sound tasting hollow and she looked at her mom, without words, asking her to answer for her. She didn’t want to hear it. Their empty promises, the weak attempts at comfort. She rolled her head toward the wall, as she heard her mom say, “Hi, Jamie. Yes, that would be very nice.” Closing her eyes, she drowned out the rest of the conversation and when her mom hung up, she resisted the urge to ask what would be very nice, because she knew whatever it was, would not occur.
“ A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.” Proverbs 18:24
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