ALANA

after that day. I saw Elijah everywhere. Always coming to help me carry my books, walk me to class, he even occasionally came home with me to study. He was everywhere.

I don't know why he sacrificed his entire social life hanging out with me. I never asked him to, but I'm not complaining. I've gotten use to seeing his cute lopsided smiles and floppy blonde hair. I've gotten used to hearing his suggestive jokes, and engaging in deep conversations. I've gotten used to riding piggy back all the way home with him, laughing and giggling at him complaining about my hurting his back...

"I think he was right to open her pod! He would've been lonely as hell!"

"So being lonely is just an excuse to kill someone else?"

"It this case... yes!"

"You're a idiot "

Me and Elijah were currently arguing over the movie Passengers when the guy opens Auroras pod. Elijah sticks his tongue out at me and I do in return before getting up and padding into the kitchen. My feet felt icy against the cold white sterile tile floor.

These past few weeks, I've felt different . Maybe... happy?

It surprises me. Because before I was anything but happy. I lived  in my own kind of hell , never hungry , never happy. So I guess you could call me hangry .

"WANNA SNACK?" I screamed into the living room. For a minute there was no reply so I went back to check if he was ok.

He was pacing ,  the phone to his ear and a hand running furiously through his hair. I clear my throat which catches his attention and when his eyes meet mine they immediately soften.

"I have to go" he mutters. I thought he was speaking to the person on the phone but his awaiting face makes me realize he meant me.

"Oh ok, I'll see you-" before i could finish my sentence he was out the door.

Today was Saturday . It's been 2 days since I've heard from Elijah. He recently bought me a phone - which I didn't ask for and he wouldn't take no for a answer - with his and my brothers number in it. Eli hasn't even tried to call or text me notifying that he was ok.

The days have been gloomy without his presence, and the bullying at school has only gotten worse. Ryan McCaw , a senior , thought it would be cool to dump me in the trash and locking the lid close. I was stuck there till night until I heard footsteps and started making as much noise as possible.

The janitor, Riley Stone, found me and gave me a ride home. As you can imagine. My brother was pissed as hell that I had came home so late and smelled like trash. It took me a whole day to get that gross gooey liquid out of my hair.

It's funny cause he never bothered asking why I smelt like trash.

I've started drawing recently. I've discovered I had a real talent for drawing. I liked doing it to. It calms me. It's like I could talk and tell you my story without really saying any words. I would play Bon Iver and draw. Draw until I felt blisters upon my hand and my arm ached from hold it up trying to avoid from smudging the paper.

I broke my mirror that day. I was drawing someone. A girl. Walking into the fog. I don't know if the girl symbolized me and the fog a uncertain future. Or if it were someone else. It frustrated me so much that I threw the sketch book at my mirror and it shattered into pieces. I stared at it for a moment , unblinking and I just fell to the floor sobbing.

I stayed like that for hours. My chest rising and falling with every sob. No one ever came to rescue me. Not Elijah ,not my brother, no one, I was so alone. I was slipping into a black abyss . With no one to catch me...

It's been a whole week since ive heard from Elijah now. He hasn't come to school or returned any of my calls. At this point I just hoped he would return, there wasn't much I could do.

I stared at my feet while quietly slipping through the crowds of high schoolers hoping my mop of brown hair would avert  any attention.  I could see Mr. Ramos's room only a couple yards in front of me before a large hand grasp my shoulder and slams me into the locker. My head hits the hard metal surface with a bang and I wince my vision going blurry before it focuses on the enraged face in front of me. Grayson Lawson stood his face fury red as he smacked me across the face with my Calculus notes I had given him a few days ago. Ouch.

That'll for sure leave a paper cut.

"YOU STUPID BITCH! YOU RIGGED THE NOTES SO I WOULD FAIL THE TEST!"

My eyes widened in fright "No, no those are r-right I swear!" He slams my back into the locker again and my feet give out from below me but he holds me up by the collar of my shirt "You'll regret this you ugly whore!" He slams me one more time before storming off throwing my notes in the air, causing them to scatter all around the floor.

I wanted to cry, to scream, and shout in anger and desperation. But the tears never came, and I couldn't find my voice to scream. I was just dead inside.

Totally and completely.

Dead.

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Poor Alana ;(

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Sincerely,
Trinity