Priorities

I stumbled to my room, my vision blurred with tears. What had I done? Had I just lost two people, the two people who make me world go round? My body collapsed on the bed, as I tried to calm my self. Breath in, breath out, slowly. It will be alright, it will. I tried to remind my self it wasn’t the end of the world. She couldn’t have meant what she said could she? The sad part was I knew she was right, she was. I was just to scared to admit it. But why was I scared? It was as if my life was that quote everyone knew, We all hang on to something, even once its gone, because we were scared of getting hurt. My head hurt, as my mind swirled with thoughts, sad thoughts. Taylor, Taylor Erin, my other half, my best friend, the one girl who had known me sense the day I was born, my favorite cousin. When we were together our parents went ballistic with the mischief we got into. When we were together we were never separated. So many memories, I could go all day just recalling them. And those are just the ones I remember, there are so many more my little brain couldn’t put in my memory box for me to remember when I grew up. This had to be our biggest fight ever, ever. Worse then our physical fights. Worse then when I threw my shoe at her and nailed her in the head. Worse then when she pulled my hair so hard I thought I was going to have a concussion. Worse then when she whipped me with a seatbelt a million times. Or then when we blamed each other for everything. Everything. Was she going to talk to me again? I wasn’t so sure. All my mind could do was think about her. The fight. Why did I fight back if I knew she was right?? What was I trying to protect? My pride? What was I trying to hide? The fact that I was wrong? That I was scared? They were all true so why did I have to lie about it? Priorities, that was always my problem.