Wounds From A Friend Can Be Trusted Novels & Stories

He nodded. "That's wrong—I didn't judge others because I put myself in their shoes and assessed what I would do. I always wanted to be loyal to my friends in school. In public, they are usually kind and considerate toward me, yet behind my back, they have always stabbed me. One day, I saw one of my best friends write her name on my school project and win the first prize. I blindly trusted her and asked her to submit the project on my behalf, as I was ill and unable to attend school that day.

The wound was deep, infected, and rotting. Nyx let out another strangled sob. “Please, stop.” She begged, her voice shaking. Ignoring them, I finally looked up, meeting their fearful eyes. My heart pounded hard in my chest. “Can I trust you both with a secret?” I asked quietly. They exchanged nervous glances but nodded. “Good,” I murmured. “Because you are my best friends and I trust you with my life.” Turning back to the boy’s leg, I placed my palm over the wound, focusing every ounce of my energy on it. I could feel the invisible force within me stir, flowing from my fingertips into his skin.

To think he’s been dealing with this all on his own - it would explain the self-harm scars on his wrists. I reach over and hold his hand. “You told me, didn’t you?” I say with a smile, which he returns. “Yeah, well, you’re different. I knew when you went arse over tit in front of me and cried out ‘fuck this day already!’ that you’d be trustworthy.” He says with a chuckle. “That and you haven’t bolted whenever I get into my morbid mood swings. Thanks for that, by the way.” I think this is the first time he’s thanked me for being a friend to him.

“Daisy, where are you now? I’ll come to pick you up. Don’t let people see you for now, okay.” “As it is, you can’t make a public appearance for now, but it’s going to die down soon, and things will go back to normal. You’ll be fine, baby,” she sympathized, and Daisy nodded tearfully. “I know you didn’t do it deliberately. You were definitely set up. I trust you.” When Daisy heard this, more tears spilled from her eyes. She was definitely touched. At least someone believed and trusted her. She could not help but love her friend more. Rose gave her the strength she needed.

There wasn't a trace of her scent left for me to pick up. "My tears only work on children, just like your saliva only works on certain wounds in adults." I realized I was repeating something we had already discussed, but the words left my mouth anyway. "So, can I trust you to take care of my friend?" I asked softly. I wasn't trying to be rude. I was simply worried. "You can," she replied with a smile. "Okay, then. I guess I'll see you soon." I smiled and she nodded. "Don't worry. The next time you come back, you'll find your friend smiling at you."

"Friends don't manipulate each other into public confrontations." "And friends don't assume the worst possible motives for every gesture of reconciliation." The words hung between us like weapons, each designed to inflict maximum damage on wounds that had never properly healed.

My friend spoke from behind me as we both watch the monitor animated for them to pick up the pieces of their lives. "They're never going to find out because they are so trustworthy and the thing that everybody shares the same sentiments like they do but they have refused to realize that not everybody is going to be on their side and for whatsoever reason that they've decided to become friends with their enemy they should always watch their back." it was just my only of laughing at both of them because how were they not even going to figure out that they were not safe in the midst of somebody who just wanted to see them ruined?

“He’s probably playing hero.” I leaned back slightly, my fingers tightening around the cup. My thoughts wandered again. How many enemies did my little boy have? Too many. Faces flashed in my mind—some were familiar, some were not. They were people who smiled too easily, people who spoke carefully and people who were wolves in sheep clothing. I used to think I could tell the difference between friend and foe. I used to think I understood the lines. But over time, everything blurred, things broke and my trust cracked.

Pathetic stage five clingers all around! Kimberley had changed that for me. I genuinely cared for her and wanted to protect her. I put my trust in her; for the first time ever, I trusted someone outside my family and I got burned pretty bad. I believed her words and shot one of my best friends. Eddy, Aaron, and I still miss him when we are watching a good football game. He will never ever talk to me again, I guess.

They cared for my wounds and fed me from their own resources. Again they did not have to but they did. That act of kindness right there showed me the type of people I was meant to be surrounded by. Sure, Alessandro was the one that opened my eyes to show me that even with people who you think are meant to love you unconditionally, do not necessarily do so and that is because you cannot control someone's action. After the pain he put me through, I was never really able to trust him again. Sooner or later, I cut all ties and bonds with Alessandro.