Broken dreams, and Dead friends

It was his childhood friend it had to be but he couldn't believe it was her it was Jacky. It was right after he moved away a little more than three months ago, he got a text it was images of his childhood friend. She was a wild card had so many off kilter skills from the odd jobs she and her dad did. What he saw made his stomach turn it was only three months since he'd left nobody changes that much that quickly right thats all you could think as you saw her being defiled. The text under the images said "hows this make you feel skinnie" then like that you were blocked on everything.

Its been a little over 5 years since then and I was back in my relatively small home town. I couldn't help but be filled with a melancholy feeling, its not like i wasn't happy to be back but everything reminded me of her. Of Jacky Even thinking about it brought back those awful gut wrenching feelings. I dreaded the idea of seeing her she's been practically dead to me since what happened. But now I was at the door step of my Mom's house.

I got the key from under the mat and shoved into the lock before entering the house all the lights were off and the curtains shut. She did say she was shopping but i know mom doesn't like the house this dark. A then i was suddenly blinded hearing the sound of poppers and a loud "WELCOME BACK ADAM!!". It definitely cheered me up until I saw Her. I know its her even if she didn't look like herself she had a total doomer aesthetic now a black hoodie, and track pants instead of the tank top, and jeans she used to wear. As soon as our eyes locked an akward air filled the room like everyone was expecting us to hug on the spot.

We look into each other's eyes for what feels like forever its her. Its Jacky before she can even say anything, I sprint up the stairs to my old room locking the door behind me throwing myself on the old bed... Its been a few hours i hear a knock on my door its Jacky "Hey uhh Adam my d-dude i know you're probably tired and s-shit but can i come in?" Her voice comes out akward instead of the over confident brovado of the Jacky I knew. But I consider it for a second "No." Is all i have to say "well can you atleast come say bye to my mom you weirdo." I sigh and get up from my old bed sauntering over to the door opening it.

As soon as the doors a crack open she forces her way in and pulls me into a messy make out. I feel her teeth prick at the sides of my face as her tongue invades and defiles my mouth. She pushes me on the bed im shocked. Why... Why does she think I want this. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING JACKY?!?!?" But as soon as i look up her hoodies off exposing her matted fur theres faded streaks of neon violet, hot pink, neon green, and orange in her fur. A far cry from the pristine two tone black and white fur she used to have. "Im getting what I want Adam."

Shes on her knees, her paws fumble at my belt trying to free me of my pants "Jacky please" I plead with her bleary-eyed it seems like she's totally ignoring me. I lay my hands on her shoulders pushing her away she has a look i hate seeing on her. Even after all these years a look of utter depression a long way from the cocky confident smile she has in most of my memories "W-why" she wimpers out "why did you have to leave?" Tears form in her eyes her hands balled into fists at her sides "do you hate me? Like everyone else in this godforsaken place." "What about your dad Jacky?" And suddenly she's yelling " He fuckin died you dipshit right after you left you were my fuckin stone man my rock." She bursts into tears weakly beating at my chest. "You were the only definite thing in my fuckin life and when i needed you most you were gone. And now everyone treats me like some sort of freak cause of the shitty decisions i made" i can't help but pull her into an akward embrace and reassure her "i don't think i could ever hate you Jacky." I run my fingers through her head fur maybe she hasn't changed that much after all.