Second chance

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Elliot P.O.V

Everything seems brighter and full of more light. Is pretty clear that I'm healing. She's just so beautiful. I probably must look silky right now, cause I'm awake starring at the girl I met two years ago at the middle of the night. Last night was fun and totally worth it, I mean I rather do that all night with her, than watch silly animations with Mark in the dorm.
Is probably time for church.
I walk into her bathroom, locking it fast before she comes into an akward state. Letting the warm water rush down my skin,it still hurts, badly, every mark hurts. I don't want to tell her, I know I'm lying to her, and is a sin to lie, but I cant face her this way, she can't know the truth.

Why do I just keep on lying to her,  she's been hurt,  she doesn't need another worthless soul to make her feel more hatred. I wish I was like her,  strong,  but I'm not.  It hurts so much,  to see her in pain. She just as beautiful as an angel.  What do I know, I don't know how angel look like,  have never been to a church before.  I probably owe my soul to the devil. I wonder if God will take me as I am,  if he would forgive me.  I'm just an abused child.  I wonder if she'll forgive me,  if she found out the other real me.  The one person I had,  I kept pushing him away and chose a girl over him.
Yesterday she gave me hope,  she read the bible with so much calmness. I look at her and just wonder how someone like her can't be loved by her parents. I get why I can't be loved by mine cause the aren't mine.

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