You will find thousands of enemies.
Some hidden in the name of a friend.
Some dipped in the bucket of immmense love.
Some wrapped in bed sheet of trust.
While some,  bold and daring, having the guts of piercing a bullet through your heart.
But MISUNDERSTANDING beats them all.
It will first be your friend, unfriending you from the person you shared immense love.
It will wrap you in its self-created story, without a drop of truth.
And then, it will be completely yours.
It will leave you with nothing, but a separation from the person who loved you,  who wanted to conquer your soul and be lost in your world,  forgetting his very own essence.
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I saw a small sheet on which
                           "SORRY"
was written, quite clear and bold. By seeing the writing, I was sure who has written this. The anger was now on my head. I took that sheet out of the locker and as soon as I turned my face,  Alex was right in front of me with his both hands holding his ears and lips curled, making a puppy face and eyes full of tears which weren't coming out but filled his eyes. It took me not even a minute and my anger was vanished but then, that tattoo's image flashed right in front of my eyes which gave my anger a new boast.

"I am extremely sorry Sophie for whatever I have done. Please forgive me or atleast let me know my sin so that I can repent it. I had only one true friend;my partner in sorrow and happiness!"
And with this sentence, he silenced and was lost somewhere, down his memory lane. I don't know what happened. A second ago,  he was softly-arguing with me and now, speechless!

I took out that paper from my locker and tore it right from the middle. Collected those sheets and again tore it and continued, till I was having several small bits of that sheet in my hand. Those were not just mere bits of paper but, my feelings torn apart from my heart by him.

And then I threw, those bits direct on his face, and he was back from his memory lane and was completely astonished by my this attitude. As for my part, I never have behaved in front of him like this. It was the first time ever,  that I was rude to such an extent to someone.
It was my surpressed anger, doing the action.

And by now, a group of some students, not at all minding their own business had crowded near both of us, forming a circle.

Alex was set aback. I banged the locker hard, reverberating my anger in its sound. Locked it. And thumping my legs, I turned and started moving in the opposite direction. My anger had now been converted into tears which I had held tightly with the help of my will. I was moving hastliy, my steps wobbling and with this the crowd had also started moving to enjoy some other's life clipping.

"Wait Sophie! Wait Sophie!
Sophie....
Sophie.... "
He was shouting like a mic had been fitted in his mouth. The main thing was that he was screaming my ow
name in the whole school! But I was firm, firm in my decision. I continued thumping.

But now the thumping doubled. I could hear his footsteps following mine in the corridor. He again shouted, "Sophie. " But I didn't stop.
Neither I turned back to see him because I knew, that if today I stopped, then my heart would definitely melt.

What happened next with me was unbelievable! Alex held my hand tightly, his touch hurting me for the first time ever. Still, I didn't turn and tried to continue walking but he didn't leave my hand but it pained more. Then he twisted my hand and made me turn.
"Sorry but I wasn't left with anything else. You compelled me do this Sophie. I don't want to loose you and I can even transverse a river for you,"said Alex,  possessiveness clearly being reflected.

I twisted my paining hand to release myself from his hold. But as soon I was successful at it,  he again held my hand, even more tight.
"Now, I won't let you go Sophie. Try harder."
Alex who was silenced ago, was now ravaging, as if that silence gave him a power. A power to fight,  to fight with someone, who he liked the most. Because to fight with someone who is most close to you, with whom you spent most of your time with,  the person whom you trust blindly,  the person to whom you love the most, it is difficult to contradict them, their words, their actions and their existence. And who better than me can understand it.

All the free people of the high school had again gathered to enjoy the free entertainment, though the number doubled now. If they were given some popcorns and cola they would have arranged their own couches to enjoy the show. But amongst them,  I could nowhere see my friends who I needed the most at that time. Neither I could spot Eliza to fight for me nor Siri to control my juggling emotions.

"Alex, just leave me. I don't want to be the topic of gossip for the entire school for next few days. I don't want to create a scene here just leave me. "

" I didn't hold your hand to leave you!"

And his this sentence, silenced me completely. He then pulled me to the end of the corridor and I was dragging my feet along where he was taking me. I couldn't resist his control over me. He dragged me until we reached the high school's garden where nobody was there. He forced me to sit on the bench there and then he sat beside me. And held both of my palms, between his. Tears started running down my eyes, automatically.

"Now tell me Sophie. What have I done?  If I am your culprit I will be ready to except all the punishments which you will give me. But atleast tell me, my crime which made you leave me, not talk to me,ignore me.... "

He was deeply staring in my eyes for an answer to all his questions. And as always,  his eyes casted a spell on me and I was bounded, spell-bounded!
Words started to automatically come out of my mouth.
"That tattoo!" I exclaimed.
"Which tattoo? " asked he impatiently.
"The one on your back!"
"So?"
"Enemies! It states. "
"So? "
"So? On that day when I fainted, you didn't have a tattoo and on the show day you had one. In your life, you are having only me and your big brother whom you love so much. No one else. Getting this tattoo pierced at such an abrubt timing clearly indicated me that it was for me?! But why me? What have I done? Why such a tattoo for me? Why?  What have I done which made me your enemy?"
Tears were still not stopping.

"That tattoo?! Is this all because of that tattoo?  I will get that removed. Sophie, the tattoo isn't for you.  It isn't for anyone! This tattoo is the same as the one of my hero, "Jackson." He also has the same tattoo. Being his fan, I just imitated him. It isn't for you Sophie. If you felt like this,  you would have asked me once! It was all a misunderstanding, nothing else."

After listening to him,  I was feeling like a culprit, whose misunderstanding hand-cuffed our friendship.

"I am really sorry Alex."
And I started crying heavily.

"You needn't be, "said he.

And then with his hands, he cleared the tears on my cheeks and asked me to stop crying. I didn't  know,  but I hugged him. Tightly. Tightly as ever. The way I hug my sister. More tighter than that. And he,  hugged me back. And suddenly I felt so relieved as if nothing had happened.  This is called the power of a hug. My tears also stopped but our hug lasted.  I was not ready to leave the hug,  when again a tear of his, dropped on my back. I released myself and cleared the drop of tear which he tried hard to hide , with my hands,on his face. And now he hugged me, I also hugged him back. And this time, we both were crying. Crying in happiness is what everyone calls it.

"Sorry Alex, "I again murmered.
"It isn't your mistake sophie. It was my fault that I was never able to win your trust."

And as he spoke this line, I quickly put my finger on his lips to shut him.

"You have won it now Alex."

And this line lit his face with a big smile.

"Let's be back to the class. We have already missed about two lectures," said he.

We got up, cleared our face and started moving to our class.

"You beared all my tantrums. I ignored you, I shouted on you but still, you didn't get angry and wanted our friendship to restore. Why?  Am I so special to you?"
I asked him.

"Sophie, we are getting late for the class" was his response to what I questioned.

And I smiled back.

Some questions are better if remained un-answered.