This was based off of the song “Everything”, by Lifehouse, and the skit/dance that Water’s Edge did to it.
It can be seen here
I was with my best friend, Joshua. I grew up with him. I always knew him. He was always a part of my life. Being with him … There was nothing else like it.
Not romantic love. Just love.
He made me feel beautiful. I knew that he honestly believed I was. And since it was him believing, I felt like I was.
We could sit quietly for hours, not saying a single word, and yet saying so much in the silence, simply relaxing in each other’s company. Or we could talk for hours, saying anything and everything.
The days of innocence.
But I was swayed by a pretty face and pretty words. Joshua and I would go everywhere together, and a guy, Devlin, slid in between us, with me hardly noticing. He held his hand out to me, promising to show me beautiful things, and I, idiot that I am, I took it.
The look on Joshua’s face … It was horrible. He looked as though I’d betrayed him.
I didn’t realize at the time that I had. I told myself that he was just a childhood friend, and childhood friends get left in childhood, locked in the box of memories and nostalgia.
I abandoned my oldest and best friend for empty promises and shattered dreams.
I had dreams at night. At first, I thought they were happy dreams. They were of Joshua and I, and we were still friends. Later, though, I viewed them as nightmares. Because I would wake, and the sinking realization would come that they weren’t true. And I’d either throw up or cry. Devin made fun of me when I did that, though. I learned how to hide my emotions behind a glass facade.
Devin left me, after he’d destroyed everything in me. My love, my self-confidence, every shred of every piece of me.
He’d taken me from Joshua.
And I’d let him.
I don’t know why I stayed with Devin in the first place, once I found out that a pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty person.
Yes, I do.
I’d convinced myself that I’d deserved it. I deserved everything he did to me.
I tried to find Joshua again. I couldn’t.
The happy dreams turned to dark dreams. In them, I could see Joshua, but I couldn’t get to him. Devin was always keeping me from him.
I met Jombhala. He took what was left of my tattered self-confidence. He wouldn’t let me get a job, so every bit of money I needed, I had to beg him for, and he would lord it over me. He made me beg. He made me grovel. He threw money away rather than let me have it.
Now in my dreams, Jombhala and Devin were both between me and Joshua. I couldn’t get to Joshua.
Jombhala, too, left me. Left me with nothing. What little self-respect I’d had left, he’d taken with him.
But not before he introduced me to Lindsey.
Lindsey was a party goer. Lived for the weekends, always knew where the best places to go were. I turned to alcohol to banish my pain and misery. When that didn’t work, I tried other things.
In my dreams, Lindsey, Jombhala and Devin kept me from Joshua. And part of me was glad. I didn’t want Joshua to see me like that.
Lindsey left, too, and took whatever fun in life I’d been able to find with her. I wasn’t fun enough for her.
At one of the parties Lindsey took me to, I met Adorabella. She was beautiful. Had the Nordic ice princess look. Cold, aloof, untouchable. An almost cruel beauty. She was a model. She offered to put me in touch with an agent; felt I had the right stuff to be a model.
I needed a job.
So I took the offer.
I learned how to sashay down the runway.
I learned how to pose for the camera.
I learned how to starve myself. How to make myself throw up.
I never felt that I was pretty enough, was thin enough. I was convinced that one day, people would realize I was ugly.
At night, I would dream. Adorabella, Lindsey, Jombhala, and Devin were all keeping me from Joshua, telling me I didn’t deserve him.
They were right.
Adorabella, too, left, taking the beauty I could see in life with her.
I was too ugly, too fat for her.
I tried to distract myself from the pain of her leaving by using Kedar, a photographer she and I had worked with.
He found every dark thought I’d had and whispered them back to me.
I was stupid. I was worthless. I was nothing. I’d turned my back on my best friend.
I turned to knives.
If I couldn’t feel better emotionally, why should I be okay physically? I cut myself, pouring my self-loathing and despair into it.
Kedar left, taking any happiness I’d been able to scrounge up.
I sunk even lower.
I had a gun. I was ready to use it.
I had it at my head, my finger on the trigger-
When, in my mind’s eye, I saw a face.
And I decided to fight, but I didn’t know how.
That night, in my dream, I could see Joshua. Kedar, Adorabella, Lindsey, Jombhala and Devin wouldn’t let me get to him. I tried. They threw me on the ground, they beat me up. I’d climb to my feet and get a little closer. He was pulling me towards him, I could almost get to him-
And then they’d pull me away and I was back on the ground. I got back up, struggling and fighting to reach him-
They killed him.
He gave his life for me.
But somehow, he was still alive again, and I was still trying to get to him, and he was still pulling me to him-
I just barely touched a finger. And then he was fighting them all for me, and I could breathe again. I could hear them all fighting behind me. But I couldn’t help. I couldn’t do anything but sit there and breathe.
Then Joshua was helping me to my feet and he gave me the biggest hug I’ve ever gotten.
Then I woke up.
And Joshua was still hugging me.
He was there.
He was really there.
It took me a while to realize he was repeating, over and over again, “I found you. I finally found you.”
I was all sobbed out; my tears had long since drenched his shirt. “But why would you want to find me, after I betrayed you, abandoned you, turned my back on you?”
He wiped my cheeks gently and gave me that Joshua smile. “Davina, don’t you realize I would die for you? I love you. You are my friend. If you want to be my friend, nothing will get between us.”
I clung to him tighter.
He helped me to my feet. “Come on. Let’s get you home. Father told me to bring you to our house for dinner, and to tell you that you’re welcome to move in with us, if you want to. The choice is yours.” He smiled at me again. “I hope you will.”
“But why? Why do you love me this much? I’m ugly. I’m stupid. I’m worthless. I’m nothing. I don’t understand.”
He gripped me in place with his eyes. “You are not. Davi, you’re beautiful. You’re smart. You are valuable. You are something of worth. You are my sister, and I love you. Let’s go. You don’t belong here. You belong home, with family. Let’s get you there.”