A Unicorn Story - Warning for extreme Human Contant

It was kind of your usual story right out of the closet. The rich kid befriends the poor kid and they could not have belonged to more different worlds. Yet they made a world of their own, built up a whole universe where they could grow up together and forget all which was meant to separate them. And then just like you would read in one of those novels you pretty soon find out that the rich kid's life was being more or less dictated while the poor kid went around making experiences in life, so they both struggled, they both dreamed and eventually grew up. At first the rich family was not very satisfied with this friendship, not because of wealth but much more because of the dangerous background of the poor family: outcasts of their society for thinking differently. With time of course they got to know the kid befriending their child and grew a liking for the poor kid, the rich kid of course being welcomed to the circle of the poor family all along.

With years a friendship grows dear and strong, the bond is supposed to become unbreakable. It was no different with those two. The poor kid started struggling for the choices made and the rich kid kept trying to make as many choices as possible.
So the rich kid fell in love with the best friend who had not left this battlefield all these year, who had been there regardless of weather or not that kid liked the rich life of the friend and the path chosen for the child of such family. The love of the rich kid very soon became the nightmare of the poor kid, a greatest fear. It was not about what anyone else would have thought for in due time everyone had gotten to believe in their legendary friendship. It was the very fact that the kid was unable to return the love of a best friend. Surely the poor kid felt love for the rich kid, but the affection between two friends was no longer what the rich kid was after. So she gave in, she decided she was going to play this game, to help the rich kid make the very first choices no one had dictated before, she decided she was going to protect her best friend with all she had, to protect the friend with the wings of a unicorn, since those mythical creatures were famous for their protective power. The wings took blows, were stabbed, crushed, soon the pain started and yet she kept them wrapped around the friend.

Still she could not trick herself, she was not in love and every night they spent together drag all the power out of her mind and body, living her sick and in disgust with herself the next mornings after the best friend left. The best friend saw only the burning flames of passion, an eternal love for her, an insatiable affection for her, since the responses coming from her were not exactly what the rich kid had been looking forward to. The image of the weakening friend was so obsessing that the wings protecting the rich kid from the rest of the world were not seen any longer. Soon she was bleeding all over, hated herself for putting a show in front of her best friend, despised for deceiving herself, lying to her mind and misleading her body. She kept rejecting every other friend who might have had awakened a passion in her, kept all whom she could fall in love with in great distance, fearing of how it could have hurt her very best friend. Nevertheless she knew she was not able to keep pretending much longer, that she was not going to be playing this role to the satisfaction of the other one, simply because it was a fake.

Yet inside she felt proud of her friend who had finally come to making a choice, not an easy one but a real choice, without letting what others said or did make this person turn back. She felt so proud that she kept her wings even tighter around the kid, taking more blows.

The rich kid never knew, how the price she was paying for her best friend to make a choice and to stand up to it was way beyond the amount on any bank account.

And then she was left. She was suddenly left all alone in the midst of winter. The friend had seen something in her eyes, something unknown to scare the hell out of the rich kid. The thought of not knowing her after all these years seemed impossible to this one, the kid did not bear the sight, was frightened by the thought of so much more about her still left unknown.

This frightening truth was nothing other than a look into the eyes of a wild black unicorn.

And to be punished for letting her friend see what was not meant for most humans, the unicorn was left all alone in the snows of winter, injured, hurt, stabbed.