My Friend Naomi

“Naomi! Come play!”

The window was frosted with a thick film of dust and grime. I could hardly see her, but I knew she was in there- I could hear her crying. Two years thinking I knew somebody, and the truth turned out to be just as ugly and dispiriting as the mold growing on the walls of her bedroom. 

My heart pounded savagely as I turned away. Though I was only a child, I quickly realized how lucky I was. I ran home as fast as I could, but I had nothing to run from. Naomi did.