monday - april 26, 2021 - tw: overdosing
𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧
𝐟𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟒, 𝟕:𝟎𝟓𝐚𝐦
𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬
A little over a month ago, an avertable incident occurred between Clarissa and me. Unfortunately, further consequences did not stem from her lamentable immaturity, in spite of the fact that her cruel disposition should have been disciplined this once.
Additionally, it's been two months and two weeks since Savanna's death befell me, and on January 15th, Dad eventually moved in with me, enthusiastic about this new part of his life back in California.
Rather swiftly I don a jacket over my thick hoodie, which is spritzed with the ambrosial scent of Billie's fragrance, and slip into my shabby sneakers.
"I'm gonna take the car today, I hurt my ankle a little while skating yesterday," I sigh once I turned around to Ayron, aware of the fact that I'm telling him outright lies without remorse.
𝗜'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲,
𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹.
"That's alright. Take care, Ella," he smiles and pulls me into his embrace prior to letting me make my way towards school.
"See you later," I mumble and let my eyes scan his visage one last time before climbing into the car.
𝗜'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗱.
𝗧𝗼 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗼𝗺.
Somniferous melodies resound through the small space of my Mom's old car as I'm steering down the road, and they provoke a feeling of losing touch with reality for the shortest of moment, which, surprisingly, is a situation that should not occur while being in maximum control of a vehicle.
I navigate the car through the traffic without a hitch and arrive at my picked destination after forty minutes.
Before getting out of the automobile, I grab the few roses I acquired yesterday and shove my earphones into my pocket.
The view of the many gravestones evokes unpleasant memories and perturbation courses through the entirety of my body; and I am instantly met with the reason as to why I detest coming here.
Since I know the exact location of Marlon's grave, I don't have to walk around for long.
Once I found it, I seat myself before his headstone, respiring deeply, and compress my lips together grimly; and I seemingly cannot stop my sorrowful eyes from studying every single letter over and over again.
𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝗼𝗻 & 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿
𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗮𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗼𝗻
𝗙𝗲𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟭𝟰, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟰 - 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝟭𝟳, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟲
𝗪𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀
"Happy birthday, Marl. I miss you a lot and.. I wish I could hug you," I whisper, choking up halfway through. "Can't believe you would've turned 15 today. I hope Mom's celebrating with you right now."
"Wait for me, yeah?" I sniffle and laugh softly as I wipe a hot teardrop from beneath my eye, wrapping my arms around my legs while my chin is resting on my knees. "We're gonna see each other soon, I promise."
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