B e t h a l l e n
We came from the same place, her and I.
We were best friends once. We did ballet, piano, and we went to school together.
Poor, Poor, Ally.
Our highschool dream was to ride together, be together, eat lunch together, study together, and love each other. She was my family. I’d known her ever since I could remember.
Why did it have to be Ally?
She was prettier than me, you see. They flocked to her like moths to an open flame. I wouldn’t see her or talk to her for weeks at a time. That wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
There she goes.
I remember the day I told Ally I wanted to be a doctor. She laughed at me.
“You’ll never make it!” she said. “Let’s party tonight. We’ll go out. You should come with me!”
One day I’m gonna get outta here, I thought. Ally went out alone that night.
I didn’t see her for another six months. When I finally did, she wasn’t…. alone. Her belly was protruding from the bottom of her shirt.
“Oh Ally…” I said.
“Shut up!” she screamed. “Do you think I wanted this?! You don’t think I get enough ‘Oh Ally’s from my fucking mother?!”
That Sunday morning there was an article about Ally in the newspaper. She overdosed on prescription medicines and was found on her bathroom floor the day after I saw her. I cried.
If only Ally had looked to the stars….
Why’d they have to take Ally?
