Another Cliché Love Story

Everybody Knows

Elijah's POV.. Hope you enjoy.

What would Eliza like?

Did she want me to come in a car?

Should I just take my motorcycle so she can be close to me?

I love it when she's close to me.

Fucking hell what would she like?

A knock at my bedroom door brings me from my deep thought.

"Who is it?" I hiss.

"It's your mother."

I wince instantly, feeling bad for using that tone of voice with her.

I open the door and she walks in. Her eyes are red and spirit low.

I sigh. She's been crying nonstop since we found out about Ethan.

I hold her tight in my arms.

"Elijah."

"Yes mom?"

"Don't ever drink or do drugs. Promise me you won't do this to your mother! Don't put me through this pain again." She tells me, sobbing.

She buries her head in my shoulder and continues sobbing.

Why is she crying in front of me?

She knows I hate when she cries, it only makes me cry.

I hate when women cry, especially my mother.

I know that my father is away, but dammit she has to do this in front of me!

I understand I can't be upset, because Father is always gone on business.

She's making me cry.

She's a strong woman, always has been and she hasn't cried since that day, when I died.

I remember running around the bases as fast as my eight year old legs could go.

My first home run ever! My heart pumped with a smile on my face as I run the bases.

First base.

Second base!

As I was running to third something tight clenches my heart.

My smile drops.

Another asthma attack.

It doesn't matter I'll just finish.

That thing squeezes my heart tighter.

This is much worse than an asthma attack.

My body went numb and I collapsed to the ground.

I can't breathe my body twitches uncontrollably.

I am doing to die! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!

That's all I thought.

I remember passing out and dreaming that I saw my grandparents. I knew that was impossible, because they have been dead as long as I've been alive.

But I saw them. They looked just like the pictures. My grandmother had a smile on her face as my grandfather frowned.

"You're too young. Go back! Heaven isn't ready for you." My grandfather said that.

I heard from others that while he was alive he was an ass, but I think that was his way of saying it wasn't my time.

When I come to, I'm on a gurney in something really loud.