Sarah

I used to be friends with a girl named Sarah. We weren’t that close but I was her only friend. I know so because she told me one day when we were walking together in a shopping mall. When I asked her why she didn’t have any other friends she told me it was because she just didn’t like most people, but I was alright to hang out with. There were a lot of things that Sarah didn’t like. Normal things that you or I wouldn’t even think twice about – she hated it. For instance, she hated to see or hear people yawn. She would get so annoyed and angry she’d think of stabbing them in their face. Also, she hated the sound of a bunch of keys or a pocketful of coins rubbing against one another. She said when she hears that, she thinks of ‘cutting their fucking heads off and shitting down their throats.’ These thoughts were scary indeed and no one would have expected it from a quiet young girl. She spoke only once in awhile when necessary. She once said to me, ‘There is no real need to convince anyone about anything. And why does anyone else need to know how you feel?’ That was her take on speech and communication.
Hanging out with Sarah was great. She didn’t say much to me at all. Once, I was half an hour late. I was expecting her to gouge one of my eyes out but instead she touched my face with her hand softly as I began to apologize. I guess it was her way of saying ‘its ok.’ Even though I quite enjoyed hanging out with her, we only met about once a month. She said she hated people asking her out, so I only went out with her when she texted to ask. Her messages were direct. They’d read something like ‘Tues 6pm City Hall’, and it would be up to me to tell her if I could make it or not.
Then about a year ago she died in her sleep, aged 22. I was very sad but one night about a week after she died while I was lying in bed I felt someone touch my face. It was Sarah. Her expression was rather placid and she looked as human as you or me. I guess she was saying it was alright and not to be sad either. She sat there like that for an awfully long time which was great because I missed her. Her hand was small and warm. Before she left she told me that she now has assumed responsibility of controlling the weather. It’s been humid and blisteringly hot for about a year now since her death with absolutely no rain. I think it’s because she hates most people.