Dante's Finest Part V: Best Friend

In a world where nothing makes sense, who do you trust?

Satyrs? Been there, done that.
Good ol' boy goofing off during coven sessions.
One day, I felt his company draining.
He never forgave me for leaving.
He'd always find a way to get under my skin.
Looking back on it, I think he was just trying to get my attention.
A form of closeness we haven't shared on years.
Maybe I would've stopped him.

My most recent best friend was human, just like me.
I've known him nearly my whole life and what he did makes it hard to mention the good times, but I'll try to stay on topic.
In middle school, he didn't know anyone having come from a private school.
He was an outsider and I was drawn to him.
Many others were drawn to him since they didn't belong anywhere.
He was quiet and kind.
Makes me sick knowing he nearly raped someone.

You.
How did I get stuck with you?
Why haven't I killed you yet?
You're disgusting.
You're vile.
You're a threat to society.
You shouldn't be in school, you should be in a cage.
Everything you are goes against everything I stand for.

You're the nicest, most honest person I've ever met.