Chapter one: the event

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"We where all having fun...enjoying ourselves very, very much. I don't remember much but my boyfriend, Jordan, running up to me and telling me we needed to go and then some gun shots. I heard screams and people dropping left and right. I was scared and started frantically looking for my best friend, Elizabeth, but couldn't find her. That's when Jordan dragged me away and we left." I  finished explaining things to my therapist as she was writing things down and nodding. "So Do you know what happened to Elizabeth?" My eyes watered, I knew what happened but I hated to say it. "She was drugged and kidnapped" she just nodded. She made me angry most of the time, she just asked me repeated questions about Elizabeth and the party. "And have they found Elizabeth or any evidence of her?" She asked. I stood up and walked to the door "Don't expect me back again" I didn't even turn my head as I walked out. I couldn't stand her boring voice anymore. Her repetitive questions and how she thinks I am okay with her asking me this stuff. I walked down stairs and out of her office sighing and got in my boyfriend Jordan's car. I had texted him to come get me 10 minutes ago. I looked at him huffing as I sat down. "What's wrong?" He asked cautiously. "I'm not seeing her anymore, I just can't Jordan" I replied quickly. "We can find you someone else, please you need to talk to someone about this" I somewhat snapped on him "Why do I need to talk to someone? Nothing is wrong with me! Yeah I may be a bit depressed but nothing more nothing less!" He jumped and I just mumbled a sorry. "I never said anything was wrong with you..." He replied quietly. I just nodded and looked out the window. I didn't want to talk anymore. I honestly just wanted to be done. With life, With people I didn't have my best friend anymore...she was gone who knows where? I honestly wanted to go home and sulk in my bed. Sometimes I think there is something wrong with me, I'm depressed I guess. I have been diagnosed but I don't agree with it. I'm fine just miss her, I want my Eliza back...I want a lot of my friends back. Most of them disowned me and stopped talking to me. They blamed me, for the lose of other friends but I didn't invite the people who did it. It was a public beach they must of just came to screw up a party and mess up people's lives. I honestly wanted to die, I just had Jordan, my mom and my Aunt who still helped me and loved me. She took me out of public school, I am not able to carry on I guess. I was scared still, worried I would never be the same and little did I know I wouldn't be the same, not for a long time.

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