ELARA CHARLENE BRADLEY 18 years old. Elara is an outstanding student, she's very smart, pretty, and kind. I guess you could call her 'kind of popular', but she liked her life behind the shadow.
LUCAS LUCIANO 20 years old. Lucas is the well known hot...
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Elara "ELARA!! LUCAS!!" I hear Ethan's voice from behind the door. I rush tot he door and open it, to find Ethan standing there angrily with his arms crossed.
"Why are you two fucking shouting? And why are you here Lucas?!" Lucas walks over to him. "I wanted to talk with her."
"Talk about what? Didn't I tell you two not to be around each other anymore?" I glared at him angrily. "Ethan get out."
"Elara. Don't tell me what to do." He said before walking out and slamming the door shut making me startled.
"You should just leave, Lucas." I demand him, with anger in my eyes. "I already fucking told you elara. Just let me help you."
"No. I don't need anyone to help me. Not get out." He walked towards me, towering over me.
"Speak right fucking now." "I can handle it myself Lucas." I say, pushing him away.
He scoffs glaring at me. "Why won't you tell me? Did I just waste my time arguing with you here? When I'm supposed to fucking talk to you?!" She shouts making me turn around to face him.
"Lucas. There's a reason why. So please just, for your sake just get the fuck out. Please." I say with tears flowing.
"THEN TELL ME THAT FUCKING REASON ELARA." I wipe my tears, staring at him. "I DON'T WANT YOU GETTING HURT LUCAS. I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO GET HURT BECAUSE OF MY EMOTIONS. I DON'T WANT TO BURST OUT MY ANGER TO THEM. LIKE I'M DOING TO YOU RIGHT NOW. I'M TELLING YOU TO FUCK OFF SO I DON'T BURST OUT ALL MY ANGER ON YOU. I'M DISTANCING MYSELF FROM ALL OF YOU BECAUSE I CARE FOR ALL OF YOU. PLEASE JUST FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT!?!!"
I shout to him, as tears overflow from my eyes. He just stood there staring at me with confusion before leaving my room, and slamming the door shut.
I drop myself to the floor, crying and crying, and shouting, and screaming, and crying and that's when it hit me—
I'm slowly losing myself..
Nobody gets me. Nobody understood what I was feeling, what I was going through.
When they say they're comforting me, they are just pitying me and saying everything is gonna be alright, even though it's not.
I wanted someone who finally saw my side of the story. Who saw what I was going through, through my own eyes. I wanted them to all walk across my mind, knowing all my thoughts and all the things he did to me.
I stare at the floor for minutes, until I finally couldn't take it anymore. I get my lighter from the drawer, and I lock myself in the bathroom.
I slowly light the lighter, lifting up my shirt. I breathe out, before placing it on my skin.
I cry out of pain, and anger, and sadness. I've been clean for more than two years now..
