Fallen.

Chapter four

Fallen.

She watched him lie about his happiness and she finally felt like he understood what she was going through.

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Today was Saturday morning. I heard my stomach try and tell me that it needs food. I knew it was unhealthy to not eat food . I wasn't anorexic or anything... I just didn't feel like eating most of the time, I liked the feeling of being empty. It was just something I thought I needed to feel. Emptiness.
I walked downstairs today to see my parents sitting at the table.
I was wearing a black dress. My hair ties back in a bun, and my black converse.
I noticed my parents were wearing black as well. They gave me a sad smile.
That's when the sadness hit me hard. Today was her death anniversary . it had been three years. I sighed as I sat down. My mother put a cup of tea I front of me like she always did. I finished half and dumped the rest out.
My dad got up folding the news paper closed and came to sit beside me.
"Hey baby bea. You ready to go."
Baby bea. The name brought back memories of her.
I nodded my head.
My mother and father were having a quiet chat on the weather.
I sat quietly in the back. We stopped by the flower store to grab a bouquet of roses. Pink.
Pink was always her favourite colour.

We entered the familiar cemetery, the weather was nice, a nice calming breeze went by. I felt numb as I walked up to her tree. It was a weeping willow tree. The branches hung down over the tombstone as if they were protecting it, protecting her. The tree swayed like a curtain, I longed to see this tree. I was forbidden to come here after I was diagnosed with depression, the doctors said it was unhealthy for me.
Sat down beside the tombstone. At the funeral the whole town was here, but now at her death anniversary just me, mom, and dad.
I read the stone as her name was written so beautifully in cursive letters.
' Ellaine Wylde '
Her name brought tears to my eyes.
We took turns speaking about her.
"Oh Ellaine, we all miss you so much. I wish you were here to complete our family." My mother said as she held back her tears " you were a great daughter, friend, and most of all sister."
My eyes shut. No tears trice.
"We miss you Ellaine." My father added wiping his own eye which was filled to the brim with tears.
Soon my mother and father stood up.
"Ready to go Beatrice?" My father asked with caution.
"Dad, I'm going to stay here for the day, I'll be home for dinner." I told him through a faint voice.
They nodded and headed off.
I leaned on the tree , leaning my head back as I closed my eyes.
I imagined her face, she was beautiful, and then I imagined that horrible night when everything went wrong. My eyes snapped open not wanting to remember the bad things.
"Hey ella. It's me. Your dumb ass little sister." I sigh taking in the humour of my own joke.
"How's it going wherever you are. I hope good." I can't hold in the tears as they fall to my cheeks.
"You.... You know what dad called me today? Baby bea. Remember when I called you elder ella and you called me baby bea. It's been a while huh? Well then hey elder Ella." I wait for a reply knowing that I won't get one. I take a deep breath. "I miss you Ella. A lot."
I spend the rest of my day at Ella's grave. When it's four in the evening I get up. Making sure there were no weeds around the grave I leave.
The towns small, you can walk all over it and never get lost.

**

I was a few blocks away from the cemetery when a red sports car pulled up next to me. A girl rolled down her window, she was one of the 'friends' who used me for my money. I think her name was Chelsea. She was a blond like me but my hair was dirty blonde. He had bright red lipstick on and a short pink dress which was much too small for her, she was very skinny, like a model.
"Hey trice! Jump in! We're going for dinner with everyone" by everyone she meant the populars, "come on you look fine!" She said eyeing my outfit. Maybe a night out for dinner would get me away from my parents talking about Ella and bringing up more memories.
I smiled weakly nodding. I sat in the back, there were three girls in the car already. I quickly texted my parents telling them I was going out.
I got a reply from mom telling me to be safe.
We arrived to the big fancy restaurant, I walked in after Chelsea as she lead the way in her short pink dress and bright blue pumps. I felt underdressed in my plain lace black flows dress and black converse. Oh well. I sat down at the table for like twenty kids. A group of boys came in.. The football team. Logan was there too. Well he was the captain. Logan came and sat down beside, and every girls eyes were on him.
He was wearing his varsity jacket with a white t-shirt under, he paired them with some blue jeans. His hair was messy. Suddenly I felt over dressed. I sighed at my confusion on what to wear,I didn't notice a boy come and sit in between me and Logan.
When the waiter asked for what I wanted every girl said salad except for me, I said a glass of lemonade. The girls gave me a confused look. "I ate before I came" I lied. I couldn't help but feel Logan's gaze burn into the side of my head.

I took a long sip of my lemonade as I watched the boy beside me: mark was his name I think, yes as I watched him pour vodka into it. I don't know how he even had that, I'm pretty sure he was underaged. Soon after he was drunk. Mark swung his heavy arm over my shoulder.
"Hey babe.. What's you name? Talia, Taylor?" He asked naming names with a t.
"Trice." I said bored with this drunk mess, trying to
Lift his heavy arms from my shoulder, but I failed.
Logan rolled his eyes at mark, and attempted to help me, but mark just turned around facing Logan saying:
"What's... What's you pr. Problem
Dude. She not your girlfriend!" He pronounces the 'girlfriend' like 'guhfriend'. I moved my eyes to the floor, I don't know why I was embarrassed at being called Logan's girlfriend.
"Well she's not your girlfriend either mark." Logan's said amused.
Mark stood up shocked like he didn't know that I wasn't his girlfriend.
He left the restaurant mumbling nonsense . I payed for my lemonade before I got up.
I walked outside. Wow it was so cold, wishing I had brought my cardigan I wrap my arms around myself.
Suddenly I felt something drop. Rain.
Well that's a up.
My phone buzzes and I look down.

Dad: hey honey! Sorry about this. Your going to have to walk, me and your mom were invited to a dinner party last minute and since you weren't home we thought why not! Sorry! Will be around 3 hours.

Sighing I look into the misty rainy and dark night sky. Er it was getting cooler still.
"Hey trice." I heard a familiar voice say behind me.
I turn to see Logan and then turn my head back.
I feel a warmness come up my arms. Shocked I look down to see his varsity jacket over my arms.
"Need a ride?" His voice comes out like a light in the dark. Mesmerizing.
"N-no thanks." I reply in the cold.
"I insist! Come on." He says pulling me to his car.
I entered to the nice warm air. His car was perfect, I wish I had this car. I can ask my parents but I'd like to buy it with my own earned money. I have a car but don't like to use it.
"Ready?" He asks starting up the engine. I nod weakly.
Sigh. How did I get myself in Logan Carter's car at 11 pm?

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A/N:
Hey guys! Hope you all are good....:
So my older sister found out that in this book Beatrice's older sister died. She was like "wth. Is this supposed to be me?! Is this what you think of me?! Dead?" She said it jokingly. So to my sister. Your the most perfect loser in my life. This book WAS NOT BASED OFF OF US OR YOU. It was a idea after I learned a little bit about mental health in class. So ily my sister. This is not based off of you or me.

LOL OKAY ENOUGH OF STORY TIME. Ily guys thanks for reading.