Narrative

Optimism
It began on a cold Thursday night in mid-September at 11:32pm when I received my third verbatim phone call from my best friend Michelle. I picked up on the forth phone call, curious to see why she was calling me several times. As I answered all I herd from her voice was severe pain wheezing with rage, as if she were to be suffering from an asthma attack. I was extremely worried and repeatedly asked, “what the matter was?” She explained to me that her boyfriend threatened to kill himself if Michelle ever left him. All though I was worried about Michelle I did not feel surprised about the phone call. Perhaps I was use to the fact of obtaining those late phone calls and hearing her cry till could not cry anymore. However, I was still her best friend and I had to be there for her no matter what.
Michelle was a sweet and sensitive young lady who had an immense future ahead of her. Consequently, she had a possessive boyfriend who tends to lie to her and manipulate her as if he were to be an envious character name Iago in William Shakespeare’s Othello. Michelle’s boyfriend use to argue with her constantly and sometimes even physically beat her. In my perspective as a best friend, I would never want to see my best companion anguish in depression, weeping to see the sun shine over the moist green grassed hill. Michelle was always joyful until she met her boyfriend. Every day it was shouting, screaming and suffering for her. I thought to myself, “When will this whole catastrophe end?” I always imagined that she would listen to the enhanced advice I would give her, but all I could do was hope for the best. Nevertheless, Michelle thought he was the only guy for her; she still did not realized that she cannot be with him.
The phone calls to my cell increased every single night. I would consistently give her the best advice I could, as if I were her therapist writing down everything that is going wrong. I tried to help her by spending time with her and driving to her house. There were various nights where I sat down next to her with two large bowls of Baskin&Robins mint chocolate chip ice cream freezing on our finger tips. I would always tell her that being away from her boyfriend is a tremendously better feeling than suffering with him. Countless nights I drove past her house to see if she would be home safely, until I would see her boyfriend’s green Pontiac in front of her home. I felt like my words of wisdom were not being appreciated. I felt that I was wasting my time talking to her. As a friend I wanted to look out for her and help her when she was down like an airplane crashing on the ground surface with fire blowing up in front of people’s eyes. However, for a typical reason I was not being understood in her mind.
Michelle and I were still best friends till we graduated highs school together. Then we both went our ways to college and pursued a completely different life without each other. Consequently, she was still with her boyfriend going through the same horrific problems frequently. I always wondered what would happen if she would have listen to my advice and if it would help her in the future. I tried to influence her with strength, determination and dignity but she still remains the same. Now I imagine how Michelle would survive without me being by her side all the time. I learned that it takes massive amount of time for a person to realize, maybe, what other people say is for their benefit. I also learned that what keeps you in a terrible relationship is love. Furthermore I hoped for the best for Michelle and her boyfriend and wished that maybe one day things will get better for her, because I realized that’s all I could complete.