The "Pain"

Well last night was an experience. I was with some friends and we got into a car accident. I'm not talking about it. Here is a soliqui that I wrote.

I’ve woken up this cold morning, just to find the pain of betrayal and heartbreak that I was hiding from when I went to bed. The air is still hard on my lungs and my throat feels like it has to strain with every syllable that I try to spit out of my mouth. I sit down at my dining room table and I run movies in my mind, trying to remember what happened to make my life go this way. All I see over and over is just her, in his arms. That picture is poison which seeps deep into my heart.
It all started it seemed at my friends house. I was in a happy carefree mood, because she was there. She has a special aura about her that makes everything seem warm and calm. I was going to ask her finally; ask her this question that was burning in my mind; the question that will bind me to her light. Sure I was nervous, I mean who wouldn’t be. When you ask someone if they want to be your forever soul mate, to be fused together in love, the wrong answer can just shock and destroy a person.
Well back to the scene, I was sitting on the bed next to her, and everything was fine as it could be. Whenever she brushed up against me, I would feel it throughout my body down into my spirit. That’s when the “plan” started. My friend asked her to come with him to talk to her about something. I told my friend before that I was going to pose this question, and he said he would help by softening up the blow for me by talking to her. I though nothing of it; I knew my friend a long time before and he was extremely loyal. The key word in that statement is “was”.
After 20 minutes of waiting I decided to go and see what was going on. I was totally blind to what I was about to see, and I wish it would have stayed that way. Then I saw they were in another room with the door shut. I then started to become curious to my friends intentions, and I stealthily listened to them through the door. I then heard noises that tore at my core, and the words, “I love you so much” from my false friend’s mouth. I open the door with such power that the wind that followed was a strong as a gale. I then saw the worst picture I have ever seen in my life.
There was my friend lying next to her with gestures of love flowing through the air. They both looked at me like criminals that were finally caught, and they laid their speechless. I still don’t understand why my friend would think I wouldn’t see them. My body was stuck in paralysis, and just as them I could move or speak. Then with a devilish grin on his face, one that would make a sink crack, got up next to her and held out a green box. He opened the box and it showed a ring. That is when I discovered that box was a representation of the envy I had inside me along with anger. He said slowly, “Will you marry me, and become part of me forever.”
Then as if she shot a cannonball at my heart she responded, “Yes!” She threw herself in his arms, and that’s the picture I see now as I sit and think. Why does it have to be me that experience this pain? What have I ever done to her to make her cheat on me with my false friend?
My friend, that person that brought the anguish to me, he will pay. That person with his wicked grin, with his iniquitous arms will pay. I know why he asked her to marry him, not for pure love, but for money, and only money, because she is from one of the riches families in town. He experiences the love I did, only to gain her fortune. I have been unmasked to his true intentions, and believe me he will wish he didn’t. They are going to elope tonight, and I will stop them. I will open her eyes as my friend did mine, and I will tell her of his intentions. Then he will pay for the pain, sadness, and rage that I have experienced. He won’t be able to take it. He will crumble under the throbbing feeling I am having now. Then, I will decide if I can forgive her. If I could ever get that close to her again and forgive her from her part in my pain is questionable. I will not let my friend’s “plan” succeed, even if it costs me her.