― 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅.
❝ you never knew the stars had
a flavor until you first kissed him.
it turns out they taste like ambition
and ancient fire, desperation, and
dark matter, and the mind-numbing
fear of bei...
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STARCROSSED (book one). °• CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO •°
" I CAN'T WAIT TO NOT HAVE ANY FUCKING KIDS. "
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ELIJAH HAS HAD MANY MOMENTS WHERE HE DIDN'T WANT TO WAKE UP. The world was a bleary and dark place, a consistent black hole that he sank deeper into until he reached the endless nothing. The constant emptiness was determined to keep Elijah there for the rest of his life until he was nothing too.
Manic depression worked like that.
According to Doctor Owens, moderating his medication would help. "It can take weeks, months though. You have to be patient," he insisted as Elijah coldly stared at the clear orange bottle with his name plastered on the label. He wasn't studying it, in fact, he was hardly listening to the doctor, but he still clung to those words. He has to be patient and maybe, just maybe, one day things will get better. However, Elijah had to be tough as well as patient. He could either allow the darkness to destroy him or fight back for the tiny chance that eventually, a glimpse of light would break through to reach him.
The world starts to brighten in the phase of a blur as he slowly blinks his eyes open. He realized it wasn't because there was a hopeful light at the end of the tunnel, but because of the blinding lights of cars that shone brightly in the dark. Elijah winced at the burn that came with it, how it stunned his vision and reminded him of his throbbing injuries, but reminded himself as his mind awakened: he could cry later. He has to be tough now.
A sigh of relief came from Elijah's left. "Oh, thank God you're awake," he heard Nevaeh breathe out.
Elijah realized next he was sitting upright in a seat, one that was moving rapidly. As his vision adjusted, he realized the light was coming from the bulb of light on the bunker of the car that was speeding in front of the windshield of the vehicle he was in, barely visible through the throbbing of his temple that kept his vision at a slight blur.
A blue Camaro, may he add.
"Nevaeh," Elijah mumbled as the pieces started to fall together. "Tell me those kids didn't hijack Hargrove's car. Right now."
"... They didn't hijack the car?" she tried weakly.
