You Changed Me ( Jelsa )

Continuation Of Eliza

Anna POV

I come out of the bathroom, and as soon as I walk out, the kids passing by all look alarmed to see me.

I raise an eyebrow, starting to walk to my locker.

As I continued down the hallway, everyone starts whispering when they see me.

"Anna!" my friend Jasmine shouts. I turn to see her by the water fountain. I rush over to her.

"Why is everyone acting so weird?" I whisper. "Because everyone is calling you the sister of a murderer!!" she whisper yells. My breath hitches.

"What?" I ask, my eyes widening.

"Yea... they are saying Elsa killed your parents, and it wasn't actually an accident," she says.

Good God.

Right when I thought this was behind us.

Something that happened five long years ago.

I know why she did what she did, but I still never was able to forgive her. I've been keeping it together however.

After the whole thing happened Elsa kind of lost her marbles- had to go to the psych ward, and was just a mess.

I honestly did despise her, but my grandparents had me act like I was okay so Elsa would be okay.

Everything was Elsa, Elsa, Elsa. Elsa's sad, Elsa's damaged, Elsa needs extra attention. Elsa needs to be okay.

What about me? Nobody bothered to see if I was okay. They were my parents too- and I actually loved them.

She hated them.

I guess she got better after three years of therapy and meds and special attention.

But now that the whole thing is out- I don't think I can act okay with her anymore.

"Anna!" Jasmine shouts.

I turn towards her in alarm, wondering why she was shouting my name. "I've been trying to get your attention for the past minute. Stop spacing out, people are staring," she whispers.

"Where is Elsa anyway?" I ask. She shrugs.

I groan, and turn around to go look for her.

Elsa will literally be the death of me.

I ignore the stares and the whispers, and I finally see Elsa sitting outside on the single blue bench by the flowers.

I rush to her and stand in front of her. "What the heck happened?!" I shout. She looks alarmed to see me, and I see she's been crying.

"Jack. He told everyone outside that I killed mom and dad," she mumbled. I face palm. God that idiot.

"Did you deny it?!" I ask.

"Well I did at first but then, I decided not to. I'm not a liar Anna," she tells me.

She's so stupid.

Stay calm, just say something nice.

"Hey, it's okay sis.... just try to stay clear of groups of people okay?" I say.

That's the best you could come up with?

The five minute bells rings, stopping me from hearing her response. "Hey I gotta go- but you'll be okay?" I ask her.

She nods, faking a smile. I fake a smile back, and head off.

Yea, I genuinely don't like her.

I don't think I'll be trying to like her much more after this.

Jack POV

*****

Almost done with school for the day, one more class to go.

I tap my pencil on the desk continuously, waiting for class to end. This is honestly the worst class of the day.

Science has never been it for me. Every year I've struggled in that class. I stare at the clock, waiting for one minute to pass so the bell can ring.

The teacher turns off the smart board and sits down, which causes all the kids to start putting their stuff away and stand by the door.

Suddenly the announcements come on, and everyone looks at the speaker.

"Everyone stay in your classrooms, I repeat stay in your classrooms. If anyone is outside of a classroom, find one immediately. Thank you," we hear over the loudspeaker.

"What in the world," I mumble.

We hear commotion outside the classroom, and everyone rushes to the open door to see what was going on.

I peek my head outside the door to see what's going on. My eyes widen in complete shock, seeing an unconscious girl being lifted onto a stretcher. Her wrists are bandaged and she had a bandage on her forehead.

I know who this girl is but I don't want to believe it.

Elsa?

Why-

How?

We all watch in shock as she is being quickly rolled down the hallway to the four huge doors leading outside.

"Guys, close the door!" the teacher shouts. I slowly grab the door handle and close the door.

My head begins to pound, and I use the wall as support to keep me from falling.

What is happening.