My Friend, My Love, My Weakness 15-19

This piece is written for people who are easily pressured and influnced by those around them.

I was running, faster and faster, trying to escape the horrible thing I had just done. The wind rippled through my hair as my jeans became soaked by the water that splashed when my sneakers hit the ground. Cory was a few feet in front of me as though trying to outrun us. I wasn’t going to let him do that. It was his entire fault that Samantha and I were involved in this. We didn’t want to steal the sunglasses. Our intentions were to browse in the store, but then I saw Cory stuff a watch into his pocket. That single act led to the position we were in now. We were running from the law for a stupid pair of sunglasses. Why did I do it? Why do I allow myself to be pressured into these things?

Cory and I had been best friends since before I could remember. His mother was best friends with mine and our families were practically inseparable. We would do anything for each other, but that’s not why I did this. The feelings I had for Cory were not exactly the ones he had for me. His perfect smile and bright eyes flipped a small switch in me. A switch that changed me from the independent, smart girl I was to a stupid, love struck teenager. I was his puppet and he effortlessly pulled my strings in any which way he wanted. What upset me even more was that I was pretty sure he was aware of the effect he had on me, but used that power nonetheless.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I turned to look at Samantha. She looked as much out of breath as I was. In one swift motion she flipped her dark hair out of her face before I slammed into something hard. I looked up to see Cory’s tall, figure stopped in front of a man wearing blue. The man began to search Cory’s pockets and found the watch. He then pulled out the pair of sunglasses I had taken. I knew it was wrong to frame him, but I had no choice. I had to break free from the spell Cory had over me. This was his fault and he had to pay. Cory was my friend, my love and my weakness, but from weakness emerges strength. The strength to find yourself and do the right thing no matter the consequences.