Somehow, she knew that friends don't treat each other that way...it was not civilized or polite...in fact it was immensely rude and callous...calculated to deliver the maximum hurt and humiliation. Was it necessary? She didn't understand it all but it didn't matter anymore because she finally saw their true colours...
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She had once held the diary with respect, admiration and gratitude for she had thought that it had reminded her of fond memories and lovely times shared. Short that it maybe but it was a precious part of her life and she will never ever forget...she thought it was different from the rest...but............now, it was a different story...her opinion and image of it was changed after what she had been through.....after what she had experienced.......she had never expected it......
Now, she didn't even wanted to glance at the diary which she once viewed and treated with respect and admiration but now it no longer held her interest. She blocked off the hurt. She didn't want to know any of the secrets or thoughts or memories that it holds within anymore. She had lost all respect and admiration for it. It was that one occasion that changed her views completely and forever..... the high esteem and regard that she had for it had disappeared and vanished that night....
For the last time, she picked the diary up without even looking at it and held it over the lilac trash can and nonchalantly, released her fingers with a casual toss. The diary together with all the secrets, unspoken thoughts, dreams and memories fell from her delicate grasp and sank into the depths of the bin and landed with a dull thud among the crumpled waste paper, orange peel and yesterday's newspaper.
She heard the garbage truck rolled in but she didn't even turn. She could hear the Garbage collectors talking in their native dialect and the din they created when they pull the lilac trash can away and empted the contents including the diary, into the truck but she didn't even turned to give it one last look.
Without even turning back, she lay back on her warm pink bed with its soft fluffy cottony pillows and reached for the ear pieces for her iPod and started to listen to her favourite rock music. Soon, fatigue overpowered her; she closed her tired eyes and drifted into a peaceful slumber where no one could hurt her......
The diary that she had just thrown away was forgotten......it was now history....this time......
NO TEARS & NO REGRETS (:
BE THAT WAY......IF YOU WANT......