Eliza Young

Chapter Five

That was the day I finally had my first kiss. That was also the day I finally got a boyfriend. I mean I had little relationships throughout high school but they weren't like the one I had with Ashton. All the other guys I have dated in the past were all because I was pressured into the relationship. I never did like any of them. And none of them lasted any longer than three months. Ashton was the only one that made me laugh at my stupid mistakes and was supportive of my major.

            If I didn't kill him, then why did I see his dead body and all that blood? I felt a sharp pain on my arm. I looked at it and saw a cut. Did I do this to myself? No, I would never cut myself. I have depression issues, and it's mainly because I have acute paranoid schizophrenia, but that's beside the point. I would never try to inflict harm to myself or anyone else. So why would I have this cut on my arm? I guess that answers where the blood on my bed and my hands came from, though.

            I walked into the guest room to go wake up Teria. I see that she is still asleep. I would be too since it is like five in the morning, but I actually need to get some work done and I'm pretty sure she has school soon.

            "Teria, dude, wake up. It's morning."

            "Ugh, really? What day is it?"

            "It's Tuesday, you have school today don't you?"

            "Yeah, but I'll probably skip to be honest."

            I didn't like the idea that she would skip school. I felt like it was my fault that she would skip school since she drove all the way up here to make sure I was fine. I finally just pushed her out of bed. "I said you need to get up. You have a long trip back and you need to go to school."

            "Geez, Eliza, what the hell is wrong with you?!"

            "Nothing. I just need some time to myself, and you need to get to school. Now, go." With that, Teria got off the floor and went to the bathroom to get ready for school, all while I went to my desk in the living area to do some research for my paper.

            "Well, Eliza, I'm leaving. If you need me, call me. I know how you are with this. So please, don't hesitate to ask for any help" I nodded to her and went back to focusing on my paper. "Eliza, I'll see you around. Maybe you should call Ashton and see if he will come over to give you company? I really don't want you to be here by yourself. Not after the little episode you had last night" That's when the door shut closed and my voices came back.

"Ashton doesn't want you."

"Ashton is dead"

"Ashton left you"

"Go kill yourself"

            Can I just go one day without these voices telling me things? I stood up and went to the bathroom to wash my face off. I turn the water on and brought the bath rag to the water. I rang the towel of the excess water and wiped my face off then looked at the mirror. That was a bad idea.

"Look at you. You look like a piece of shit" It wasn't my reflection I saw. "You thought you were cute when you covered yourself in my chest during those times we watched horror movies?" It was Ashton, but he looked different. He had dark cobalt eyes instead of his beautiful brown eyes. His hair was messy instead of neat and his beard was unkempt.  "You're wrong, Miss Young. I never liked you and I never want to see you again. In fact, I wish you did kill me off last night. That way I wouldn't have to see your useless face ever again." That hurt deeper than any cut. I started crying in front of this Ashton imposter.

            "Who are you? And where is Ashton?"

            "Don't you notice me, darling? I am Ashton. I am your Ashton. I am the REAL Ashton."

            "YOU LIAR!" That's when I punched the mirror and shattered the thing. I see that there are glass particles in my hand. The pain was so much. I had to either go to the hospital or just try to clean the glass myself. I decided on the later one and started to pick the glass shards out of my hand. This was a long and painful task.

            After about three hours of pain and crying, I finally got the shards out of my hand and wrapped it up. In the other room, I could hear my phone go off. I calmly walked to it to see who was calling me. It was Rebeca. Rebeca was one of my creative writing friends I met last year in one of my classes. She is from Kentucky, although I forget which part.

            "Hello?"

            "Eliza? Hey! Are you okay? You sound like you've been crying."

            "Huh? Oh um yeah I'm fine. I just woke up" I lied. I should stop lying to people.

            "Alright...anyways, I'm just calling you to ask if you want to go get lunch with me and Kory in a few minutes. You can bring Ashton too. We love him to death." My breath hitched when she said his name. "Eliza? Are you sure you haven't been crying? What's wrong honey?"

            "No, I'm fine. I'll...I'll call Ashton and see if he's hungry. Meet at Mozart's?"

            "Sounds like a plan! I'll see you there in about twenty!" then she hung up the phone. Rebeca was always the most energetic thing around. I sometimes wish I had at least half of her energy. I decided to go ahead and try and call Ashton. I probably should have called him first thing this morning to make sure everything I went through was a horrid dream. I found his number in my phone and decided to dial it. Come on Ashton, please pick up. Please pick up.

            "Hello?" I hear a deep husky sleepy voice in the background. The pit in my stomach finally dropped and I finally let out my breath. Since when was I holding my breath?

            "Ashton! Oh I'm so glad to hear your voice. I thought I lost you."

            "Eliza, honey, what's the matter? Why are you talking like I've been dead or missing" If only he knew. I finally asked him if he was hungry. He decided that he would pick me up in about five minutes, so I ran around the house to get things ready for class and put on my shoes. Blue tennis shoes today, with dark jeans and a grey hoodie. Ashton's hoodie to be exact. I loved the smell of it, and now that I knew he wasn't dead, I feel so much relief. But what was the whole image from about me killing him off? I don't know if I should talk to Ashton about it or if I should just keep it hidden from him. Either way, he will be here in a little bit and I need to finish getting ready. I am just happy that he is alright, and I'm just slightly insane. Slightly.