I cannot stand the word now: Indifference. It scares me so much. I mean, it used to before it happened but now… Now it is the most terrifying thing to me. More frightening than the feeling you get that something is behind you. More scary than when your eyes are closed and you just know something is reaching out to you. More horrifying than when something touches you in your sleep. I cannot describe or express how much indifference scares me.

I know it’s just a word or feeling to most people, but it brings up horrible memories for me. When someone is so… you know the word I mean… About something as serious as death then wouldn’t that scare you too?

When one of my closest friends stared not caring, then I began to get worried (as any good friend would my mom assured me). My friend didn’t care that I cared when she just walked out into the middle of the street without even so much as glancing up from the book in her hands and nearly getting flattened by a rather large and heavy-looking bus. She didn’t care when the bus driver got out and started screaming in her face. She didn’t care when I yelled at the bus driver for yelling at my friend. She didn’t care when the bus driver I was yelling at for yelling at her pushed me down. All she did then was offer me a hand without looking away from her book.

She didn’t care when her parents yelled at her for not caring when the bus driver I was yelling at for yelling at her pushed me down and she only offered her hand to me without looking away from her book. She didn’t care when they sent her to her room for the night with no TV, dinner, phone, or computer, or even book! She was completely totally one-hundred per cent indifferent.

The next day at school she wasn’t even reading. She was just staring off into the distance blankly as she walked. She didn’t care when she ran into other students or when they got upset with her for running into them.