Best Friends Forever

Trigger warning: physical violence

“This view is really breathtaking.” Nancy spoke from beside her. 

Rain pelted the large window, but it didn’t obscure the wide view. The wet, rainy, New York before them stood tall, dark buildings stretching up to the gray clouds.

Kyra nodded, “Yes, it is.” 

Kyra took her eyes off of the window for the first time that night, choosing instead to turn back to her best friend. 

The shadow of the rain reflected over Nancy’s perfectly peachy skin. It cast dark spots over her face, like polka dots. Kyra couldn’t help but think that she still looked beautiful despite it. Pink perfectly shaped lips turned upwards, blue eyes sparkling, blonde hair curling over her shoulders, she was the perfect girl. 

Everything Kyra wasn’t. 

Kyra pulled the smile back on her face, but she was sure without it, Nancy wouldn’t have noticed anything. It didn’t seem like she really cared about her. 

Nancy settled down on the bed behind her, patting the spot beside her. “I still can’t believe you managed to get us a room here.” She marveled, glancing around the room once again. 

“I figured since we made up, we needed to have a perfect day together.” Kyra smiled, “And there’s nothing more perfect than this five star hotel.” 

Nancy chuckled, pulling Kyra in for a hug. And Kyra knew this was all she could give her. Because she knew Nancy would never think of sacrificing anything for her, but she always betrayed her. 

“Okay, what do we do first?” Nancy said excitedly, fingers running over the expensive silk of the comforter beneath her. Her eyes sparkled with happiness, nothing compared to the dull excitement she gave when she looked at Kyra. 

Kyra pointed to the flat screen television positioned in front of them, its silver screen reflecting themselves. “Movie night?” 

Nancy smiled, eyes lifting from the blanket, “Movie night.” 

They curled up together against the headboard of the bed, blankets thrown over the two of them and snacks shared between their limbs. 

Kyra tried her best to focus on the movie, a new looking film called ‘Woman In the Window’, but her attention and eyes kept drifting back to the girl beside her, who was watching the movie intensely.

She could see everything as the TV light reflected on Nancy's skin. The quirk of her lips at a joke, the widen of her eyes in shock, the clench of her teeth when it came to gore. Kyra knew her like the back of her hand. 

“I’m your best friend!” She had screamed and begged, blue eyes teary and desperate, “There’s no way I would lie to you!” 

If she was really her best friend, how come she never called her, how come she never came over to her house, how come she smiled so falsely at her, how come she always asked for things, how come she never gave her things, how come she didn’t know her birthday, how come she stole her boyfriend, how come she killed her father—

“Ky—” Nancy choked, tapping at her arm furiously. Kyra hadn’t noticed the arm wrapped around Nancy's neck had tightened dangerously. She released it immediately, feeling despicable. This is your best friend for God’s sake! She's everything you have, why would you try to kill her?!

“I-I’m sorry.” Kyra breathed, shirking away from her. 

“God, what the hell is wrong with you!” Nancy badgered, a sneer molding onto her lips as quickly as the smile had been there. “You could have killed me!” 

“Stop, you're killing him!”  

“Nancy, stop!” 

“Please!” 

Did she stop ramming her knife into her father’s head when she pleaded? Did she stop screaming that, “he deserved it!” even after she told her that he wasn’t the one who had come onto her, that it was a misunderstanding?

Or did she know Tyra had heard her whisper, “The man that created you should be dead of course.” and disregarded it?

“Goddammit, Tyra, this is why I can never hang out with you! You’re literally insane!”

And with that statement ripped straight from Nancy’s mouth, the atmosphere they came in shattered. 

“I-I said I’m sorry, Nancy.” 

She scoffed, “Sorry doesn’t cut it. I don’t even want to be here anymore.” 

Tyra shook her head, “N-No, don’t go, Nancy!” She sounded so desperate, so needy. Why didn’t she push her away? Why did she let her do this to her? 

“Why? Because you have no one.” Nancy had said one day, “And no matter how horrible I treat you, you will never leave me.” A laugh spilled from her lips after that. 

“I’ll sleep outside.” Tyra said softly, her voice barely a whisper. 

“What?” 

“I’ll sleep outside, and you can have the room all to yourself, that way I don’t have to bother you.” Tyra continued, “Just please don’t leave.” 

Nancy sighed, rolling her eyes, “Fine, get out.” 

Tyra nodded, and obediently stood, leaving the room. She didn’t need anything to cover her body, she would lie bare on the floor and receive this blessing. At least Nancy wasn’t leaving. 

It was the middle of the night. 

Tyra curled contentedly on the floor outside of the hotel room, trying to wrack her brain for the good memories of her and Nancy. There was no use dwelling on the bad ones. 

The only thought that could come to her head was when they first met. Nancy had soft innocent eyes, and Kyra was simply looking for a friend. 

And now, Nancy was her only companion and she was Nancy’s baggage of a friend. 

“Kyra, could you help me with this?” Nancy’s voice floated towards her, echoey and joyous. 

Kyra bounded up, entering the room with a smile. Nancy sat on the king sized bed, phone in hand and curlers in her hair. Her eyes twinkled when Kyra entered. 

“Hey! Let’s play a game, you have to be bored out there all alone.” Her lips curled up in a smile, pearly white teeth peaking between pink lips.

“Of course. But what game should we play?” She settled down on the bed beside her, not missing the disgusted look crossing Nancy’s features for a fraction of a second. 

They settled on cards. Nancy babbled as she shuffled, and Kyra very quickly tuned out, smiling and nodding despite not hearing anything she said. 

Her attention instead shifted to the window, the view still as breathtaking as it was before. Though now, the sun was rising, the dark blue sky lightening into warmer colors. Like the sun liquefied and painted itself across the sky. 

Kyra couldn’t help standing up and walking towards it, pressing one palm against the glass and watching how the little light the sun gave reflected off the buildings, making them seem almost crystal-like. It was more beautiful than anything she had ever seen or imagined. 

“Kyra, what happened? Are you okay?” She could feel Nancy crawling up behind her, she was sure her face was the epitome of irritation despite how worried her voice seemed. It was all Nancy knew how to do, put up one facade, and hide the other, that way no one knew which one was real or false. Who she really was.

“Isn’t the sky beautiful today, Nancy?” Kyra asked, turning toward her best friend with her first genuine smile of the day. 

Nancy fell into step beside her, and Kyra could see the reflection of the sun’s golden glow casting on her eyes. They were still dull as ever, when she looked at her.

With the smile still widening on her face, Kyra took a fistful of Nancy’s hair, hand palming over the back of her head before she slammed the girl’s face into the glass. 

She could hear the thunk of skull against glass, the garbled cries spilling from Nancy’s lips, the spatter of blood smearing her face. 

Her hand ached as she continued to slam her best friend against the glass. Until she could barely grasp onto her actual head, and her brain was splattered across the transparent surface. With one more thunk, the glass shattered, shards looking more red than transparent. 

It was a beautiful sight, watching Nancy’s body fall out the window, head too beaten to be on her body, glass shards shimmering around her. They echoed the rise of the sun outside, and Kyra once again thought Nancy was beautiful with her skin casted against the light. 

Kyra looked down at her bloodied hands, the cool breeze emitting from the broken window rushing through her. 

She smiled, wider than ever and laughed, laughed so loud she felt everyone in Manhattan, in their crystal buildings could hear her. 

When she could finally grasp onto her stomach, holding in her gasps and wiping her tears, she smiled again, “Who’s lonely now, Nancy?” 

And with that she laughed again into the new morning.