Deep In Lava

Chapter Two

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I stand at the top of the stairs, stuck between two decisions. I can either go back to bed and hide or I can go down and try fix my problems. But I have a lot of problems and going back to bed seems like an easier choice.

"I won't tell you again!" My mums voices pierces through my ears.

On second thought I think going downstairs will be an easier choice.

Opening the door to the living room, I slowly walk in. The first thing I see is the side of Elizabeth's face. Her beautiful, memorising eyes, her soft lips. All slowly turning to face me. I can't look at her, I don't know why, but I feel guilty every time I do.

I make my escape. I flee into the kitchen before I am forced to confront everyone. I can't handle their looks of disappointment. Grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the kitchen table, I open the back door and step outside.

The air is chilly, the soft autumn breeze changing into a winter frost.

Flicking open the lighter I light up one of my cigarettes, my ticket to freedom from stress and worry. I wouldn't know what I would do without them.

"You always said they were for bad people." I didn't hear her come in. But the moment she opened her mouth and I heard her angelic voice, I knew it was her.

"I guess I'm a bad person then."

This time I hear her. I hear her footsteps on the gravel. I turn my head to see her sitting down on the door step. She looks up at me, her eyes seem to bore into my soul. As if she's assessing me.

"You're not a bad person."

Throwing my cigarette on the floor and stamping it out I give her a dead pan look, that unfortunately, but fortunately for me, she misses it.

"Look I'm a bad person, everyone knows that."

Looking back up at me, she shakes her head. "No, you just think that." She stands up to face me, head to head. But it's more like head to chest. She's so small.

"See, you're smiling, bad people don't smile." I don't understand where she's coming from.

"Of course they do." I watch as she shakes her head in a sort of denial.

"Not like that." She stares at the ground smiling to herself.

But what hurts me, is that she doesn't know what I've done to people. I've hurt people, that makes me a bad person.

I shake my head looking into the distance. "Would you ever be with me?"

She looks up at me, confused by my question. I don't blame her, I'm confused by my question.

"What do you mean?"

"Would you be with me now."

She slowly stands up, leaning against the open door frame, "I don't understand."

Of course she doesn't understand, I'm the one who asked her and I barely understand it.

"If I asked you to be with me now, as my girlfriend. Would you say yes?" I don't know why I just asked her that. That one question could ruin everything, or everything that could be.

"I don't, I don't know. Are you actually asking me, or trying to prove a point?" Her eyes bore into mine. Her beautiful, blue, crystal eyes.

I'm not sure anymore. I want to ask her, but I'm scared of her answer. If she says no then it's game over. If she says yes, well I have nothing to offer her and it will only end in tears, my tears.