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Prompt: A friend comes running to you in tears, what do you do, how does your friend react & why?

I was sat the table with my best friend Ginny talking about anything and everything as usual, when Sonya came running towards us, her face red with blush and black with mascara, her fingers clutching her pink-cased phone.
"Sh*t," I muttered, throwing my sandwich down to embrace her in a hug, "What's wrong? Hey, sweetie, look at me!" I snap at her as she sniffles and croaks.
"It's Jake," She cried, before burying her face into my neck. "He's dumped me." She finally says.
I look at Ginny with three emotions; panic, relief and guilt.
"He says," sniff sniff, "that he loves someone else." She said before wailing again, drawing attention to us from the other tables.
'Love? He actually said love? He loves someone else?' That's what I wanted to scream at Sonya, but instead I went with..
"Shh," while brushing my hand over her short, brunet hair. "It's okay."
Jake, wonderful, arrogant, entrancing, oblivious Jake. He joined our school a year ago, he was in the year above us and he made my heart flutter. He had that effect on every girl he met, some how we all turned to pointless foam when he gave us that adorable, sexy half smile.
"Listen, Sonya, he's just crazy! Crazy not to want you! Crazy to say the things he's saying. And you know what? You're going to find someone better, someone who loves you and will care for you..." I rattled on with my infamous break-up pep talk and Ginny raised an eyebrow at me.
"I bet this knew girl's a slut anyway," Ginny interrupted with a smirk and I pulled a face at her, "Isn't that right Marie?"
Ginny hated Sonya, she claimed Sonya is attention seeking. I can't exactly argue with her when Sonya was crying in my arms in the middle of the lunch hall. Ginny made it her goal in life to make Sonya unhappy, as much as I hated her for it. Sonya in return did the same. It was an unhealthy relationship.
Ginny knew Jake's new woman.

And unfortunately so did I. I knew her all to well. Because 'Jakes new woman' was me.

"Yeah. I know she is." I closed my eyes, and saw only Jake.
I saw him holding out his hand to me to carry my bags, I saw him kissing me good night at the end of our first date, I saw him getting up from my untidy bed with dishevelled hair. And I hated myself for it.

Wow that's so wrong but what a fun story, I want to know more^.^

Aha, thank you! I might write some more later on. x

Sounds like there's going to be a confrontation coming. Can't wait to read more!

It's been two weeks and Sonya still sheds a tear at the thought of Jake. It's killing me. I can't look at her without seeing them kiss, and then I imagine kissing Jake and then I lose focus. I promised myself that everything happened for a reason, that Jake and I are meant to be together and that in ten years from now we'll all be laughing at how naive we all once were.
I remind myself this every single time Sonya arrives at my doorstop with ice cream and The Notebook, or sweets and a worn-out copy of High School Musical.

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"So your plan is to just tell Sonya about you and Jake when she gets over him?"
"Urgh, yes. How many times do I have to explain?" I groaned at Ginny as we walked along the high street, gobbling on some chips.
"Okay, so three questions... Number one; Do you think Sonya will cry?"
"Ginny!" I pushed her arm and she laughed menacingly.
"I'll take that as a yes. Number two; Do you think she'll slap you?"
My face scrunched with confusing trying suss out Ginny's evil ways was harder than an attempt to lick my elbow.
"Question number three; can I be there when you 'break the news'?" I stop walking and turn to her.
"She probably will cry and hit me and will be hurt and all of those horrible things. You cannot be there, I want it to be me and her. Nobody else." I snapped aggressively.
"Okay, jeez! Calm it, woman," Ginny said while rising her hand in surrender. "So you're waiting for one thing?"
I nodded.
"You're waiting for her to finally get over the person she loved, the person who she completely opened up to. Not to mention the fact that person is the most handsome boy in school, the lead singer in a hot band and a has a heartbreaking, sensitive past.."
"Well.. yes."
"And when she's finally gets over him, your plan is to tell her that you're the girl he loves. You're going to tell her newly-mended heart that 'the other woman' is actually her best friend?"
Oh, crap.
"I didn't intend on hurting her, Gin. I mean, why have we forgotten that the reason he went out with her in the first place was to get back at me and she still went out, even though I liked him?"
"Because that's not how it works Marie."
"God, this is so utterly messed up."

I like Ginny, but she is cruel yet I think me and her are similar on a more evil type of thing, anyway nice second part:D

Cheers:) I love this prompt thing. I think i'd be really interesting to see what other people would do with the same prompt x

I heard her before I saw her.

The scream pierced through the stone and wood of our houses, filling the air with a thick tension that made my hand freeze on my refrigerator door handle. I'd know the sound of that voice anywhere. It was Selma, my best friend and neighbor.

My stomach growling, I flew out my door without any makeup or shoes on, hoping that I was just being paranoid. The scream didn't sound anything unusual, I tried to convince myself. It was probably just the typical Selma drama. It was nothing to be upset about.

But there was something uncomfortable rising in the pit of my stomach. It was a throbbing haze of fear and desperation mingled together, propelling me forward as I climbed the vine that led up to Selma's usually open window. The stone of her house was hard and colder than usual. Her room, usually lit in bright light shining through her purple curtains, was dark. Her windows swung ajar, creaking back and forth in the forceful wind that chilled me to the bone.

With more momentum than usual, I swung my leg around her window ledge and tentatively whispered "Selma..." into the blue darkness of her room. As usual, books and clothes scattered across her carpeted floor. I breathed a sigh of relief as her dog appeared from the doorway

"Demon," I murmured, pulling him into my embrace and clinging onto him for dear life. "Thank God."

He stared back at me with beady eyes, his long nails digging into my arm. He was hairless, but he wasn't shivering. There was something on his mouth, a wet, sticky substance that made an uncomfortable contact with my skin.

I walked down the padded staircase with every fiber of my being on high alert. Something was off. Something was...

A familiar scream shattered my thoughts.

It was Selma, holding a hand on a bloody shoulder and looking at me with pure fear in her eyes. Her face was shining with tears. Her mouth seemed to be moving, but no words were coming out.

She pointed a single hand at me.

"Selma," I croaked. "What are you--"

Her mouth moved again, except this time, words came out. "H-him." She was still pointing at me.

I looked behind me, utterly bewildered as to why she was calling me "him", but it was too late until I realized that she wasn't pointing to me.

She was pointing to Demon.

He looked up to me, a maniacal grin spreading across his canine face, and I wondered how I had never seen it before. The depths of his black eyes. The razor-sharp nails he had on his paws. The human-ness of his expressions.

The fact that he truly was a Demon.

Ooooh, spooky! I love it, you're so talented at writing! :D x

Thanks! I didn't intend for the story to stray so far from the prompt... I always do that lol ;)

Ahaha, I know what you mean! I wrote one for the "I never thought this would happen." And intended on it being like story of a bad guy falling in love and finding the error of his ways and bla bla blaaa but then I started writing it and the quote just didn't fit. Aha.
So do you make up the plot as you go along or do you know how it's going to go?
Are you going to write anymore?

For this I just went with the flow. It was weird because at first I didn't know where the heck I was going, and then I typed in the detail about the dog, and then it all clicked. I don't think I'm going to write any more for this particular story though. I'll just leave it as a cliffhanger

Fair enough:) It's a good story, perhaps it will inspire others. And isn't that what it's all about eh?
Oh, I'm soo philosophical.. (Sarcasm intended!!)

Haha yes you're right XD