Oakley [ON HOLD]

18

Two weeks.

She's been gone for two weeks and nothing. No messages, no communication. I haven't heard from her for two weeks and I can't even be upset because it's all my fault. I'm the one that said those things and made her cry, and react the way I did. And fuck, that look in her eyes while I yelled, it physically hurts to think about it.

"Abel... man, I'm running out of stories at this point. You hurt her Abel, and it's only right that she hasn't contacted you since. I get that your upset and hurting but doing shit like this won't make it better, it'll just get you kicked out of the academy. I can only make so many different excuses for you before the headmaster finally throws you the fuck out man. Please just.. just stop" Elijah says as he pulls me out of the headmasters office after feeding him some bullshit excuse that I'm just not feeling well and am having a hard time.

"I know" I whisper with my head down.

"She just.. she took Oakleys seat. And she can't because Oakleys coming back. She's coming back right?" I mutter out looking up at Elijah, pleading him to just tell me she's coming back.

"I don't know" he whispers as he lightly pats my shoulder, turning me and starting to walk toward our wing of the academy.

I just, I want to see her again, I need to. Without her everything's went to shit. I've been skipping classes and fucking around, constantly getting into trouble with the headmaster and receiving calls from my father about it. She just made everything better and I need her back.

Our steps echo in the empty corridor as we head up the steps to our wing, everyone else being in class due to me getting in trouble in the middle of the day.

We turn the corner into our hallway, as Elijah's palm slams against my chest, stopping my steps and dragging my eyes from the floor upwards.

Then I see her.

Her messy curls flow down her back. A tan knit sweater with a white shirt peaking out from below with dark blue jeans and blue converses. Large headphones rest on her ears as she turns slightly, still not facing us. A dark blue sling swallows her left arm as she fiddles with her keys, her left hand shaking noticeably as she tries to insert the key while her other hand tries to push open the doorknob.

I automatically take a step forward, my mind in a daze at her standing in front of me, my legs moving without my mind registering the action.

Just then the knob twists and the door creaks open, her right hand pushing it in.

My steps quicken.

Then she takes a step and slightly turns meeting my eyes as I freeze.

Her cheeks are sunken in and more angular, her lips a pale pink much like when I last saw her. Her hazel gaze looks at me with such a stillness that it's like she's not even there anymore.

And then she's gone. Disappearing behind the door that separates us without uttering a word.

"Come on man" Elijah mutters as he pulls me toward our dorm, my eyes never leaving her door now that I know she's behind it.

My body hits the soft mattress as I sit down, still in a daze from seeing her again.

"Oakley" I mutter.

Elijah turns back to me at my words.

"Oakley" I say once again as I push my body up from the bed and towards our door.

Pulling it open, my feet carry me to her door, as my knuckles connect with the hard wood knocking.

"Oakley?" I mutter out as I pull my hand away, listening to try and hear her steps, hear that she's coming to me.

I knock again.

Nothing.

And again, and again.

"Oakley please... please open the door" I whisper as my forehead meets the cold wood, pleading her to just open the door.

"Please" I beg as my voice cracks with a small sob knowing that she won't open up, that she won't come to me.

My eyes blur realizing that I think I've actually lost her. That I finally had something beyond amazing and like everything else I ruined it, and now she's gone.

The door shakes against my back as he knocks repeatedly, his voice begging me.

My knees press against my chest as I sit against the door, my hand clamping across my lips, begging him not to hear my cries.

It's better off this way.

My world will hurt him, constantly attacking him and picking at his character. I can take it, I always have, but him? He's too good for that.

I got over how he acted when I was in the hospital, just like I got over what Donna and Reed did, he was worried and in shock and before that when we kissed I thought everything would be ok, but I realized he wont ever understand my circumstances, I don't ever want him to, the last two weeks in the hospital with them proved that.

So I'll distance myself. He'll be hurt but then eventually recover and move on.

And I'll watch, knowing that no matter what, no matter how much I wish he could just hold me again, that he's better off without me.