Ellie
I was sitting underneath my favorite tree in the park and cried with my knees pulled up to my chest, drinking a bottle of my favorite wine. I sat amidst the chirping birds, blowing wind, and the feel of the breeze on my skin. And I was too busy crying to truly enjoy it. I always came to the park when I needed to have sometime to think. And now that It was warm again, this was the perfect time. Uncurling myself I sat there, pathetic, tears still streaming down my face. I felt numb...nothing. Just a deep throbbing ache in my chest.
Oh wait...that's where my heart would be if it was even still beating. I had been here all day long, and suddenly it was now night. But I had no reservations about moving, I'd stay in this spot. And I didn't care if a murderer or whatever came my way, maybe they'd stop the immense pain I was feeling. I was curled up, face in the soft grass. it was slowly getting cooler, but still comfortable. I soon saw a pair of headlights come up and the the sound of a car engine cutting off.
"Ellie!" I heard some one yell
I didn't know if it was my imagination, the alcohol, or reality, but all I know is, I didn't move from that one spot. I soon saw a flashlight making its way through and it was Joined by several other voices and lights.
"Okay, you guys take the perimeter, I'll search the interior of the park." I heard some one instruct
Aren't dreams supposed to be exciting? aai mean, this was a dream right? If so This was so mundane.
I snuggled more into my make shift pillow and tried to block the sounds out, pretend that the voices weren't real. I was always safe in my own world, away from pain, hurt, broken promises and unrequited love. I always feared that no one would ever truly love me. I guess I was right this whole time.
Why was it that I was never enough for a guy? What about me repelled and repulsed them so much? Why am I never good enough? At times I feel like I'd never be nothing more than some ones personal toy, one they can use to their hearts desires and then throw away. Leo deserved so much better than me anyway. And if he thought that was Donna....who was I to debate? All I wanted was to drown my sorrows in wine and ice cream. But I was too drunk to walk properly, let alone drive to the store.
I saw the lights get closer and the single voice get louder.
"Please be here." They whispered frantically to themselves. I would guess they were alone by the one set of footfalls I heard, crushing the soft grass.
I stayed quiet, and thought that if I pretended I wasn't there, that they would go over me and keep going.
"Ellie!" I heard them yell again
Their voice sounded strained and worried. But honestly I was too drunk to truly notice. My head swam and I clamped my eyes shut. The foot steps started zeroing in on my location and the light moved around.
"Ellie!" They yelled once more.
I clamped my eyes shut and cried. I jut wanted everything to stop and slow down. Just with enough time for me to get myself together. I heard the footsteps running now and saw the light getting closer to me. The light shined closely to me all of a sudden, piercing my eyelids.
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ChickLitEllie Coleman: Aspiring psychologist, introverted, reserved, safe.....and a submissive? No... Of course not. She couldn't be, or could she? Ellie believes the world to be black and white, day and night. Simple. Boring. That is until she literally r...