Forever and Always

twelve

It is my birthday. I'm 17. I feel no different than I did yesterday. Very disappointing.

Lilah sent me a good morning birthday text. I also received notifications that I was tagged in many stories of me. Atlas even posted a picture from one of the nights we were all drunk. I have no clue how that photo was taken but I will not be questioning it.

Bo also posted. Fucking hate that bitch. He used the video of me vomiting like the first week I got here. Asshole move, man.

"Happy Birthday Elliot!" Raygan and Bo burst through my door with a cake in hand. I hate cake. They knew this fact too.

"Start singing!" Elena strut in after them, holding gift bags.

I had no plan on anything to do today. I was honestly planning to sleep and eat. Maybe play the violin if I'm feeling extra adventurous.

"It's not even noon. I hate waking up before noon on weekends." I groan, throwing my head back into my pillow. My poor attempt at suffocating myself didn't work when the pillow was ripped from me.

"Let me die."

"Not on my baby best friends birthday! You're only 17, you have a whole life ahead of you!" Bo screams. My ears are dead. They passed away.

I continue to groan as I'm being dragged out of my comfortable bed and down the hall. Wait. Down the hall?

That's all I'm able to process before I'm thrown under a stream of freezing water. I hate everyone on the planet.

I am unable to act on my rage so therefore I just sink to the floor of the shower and drown myself.

These death thoughts need to stop. I don't want to have another two hour session with Dr. Lynn. That women scarred me more ways than I thought someone could.

"Elliot, get up," I hear someone say.

I'm going to pretend to pass out. That sounds interesting. So I just roll my eyes in the back of my head, making the whites show, and fall over.

I hear rushing and suddenly I'm being picked up. Then lied down on the normal floor as hands examine me. I should do this more often. It's basically sleeping with people worrying.

Faking my death will be next.

"Elliot, this isn't funny." I know that was Atlas.

"Yeah it was," I laugh, opening my eyes to see everyone staring at me while Atlas is leaning over my head. "I'm fucking hilarious guys."

Nobody laughed. Learn to take a joke, Jesus.

Fun fact, I don't believe in Jesus. He's too suspicious for my liking.

Maybe if the man didn't kill off my mom I'd be a little more faithful. Is Jesus a man? Sorry if I misgendered you Jesus.

"Why isn't anybody laughing?" I squeak nervously.

"Because it wasn't funny." Atlas speaks again. He really didn't appreciate my humor.

"I'm just keeping things interesting guys, I'm fine,"

"Anyway, we brought cake so you have to at least try a piece and then everyone else will eat the rest. Oh! By the way, we're going somewhere tonight!" Bo exclaimed. He really loves birthdays. Fucking weirdo.

I had to call my dad. He's expecting me to call on my fucking birthday that douche. So therefore I'm not calling until he does.

"Where?"

"It's a surprise."

I stand up from my position on the floor. Realizing that I'm soaking wet, I head to my dorm to change.