Elliot // m.c

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"Elliot, dear, may you please clean your room?" my mothers voice shouted from downstairs as I was sprawled out on my bed sheets. I groaned and buried my head in my pillow, squeezing my eyes shut. maybe if I don't answer she will go away.

"Elliot!" Mom called again when I didn't reply.

"Alright!" I sighed and sat up from my bed, tying my frizzy dark brown hair into a high ponytail.

Karen and Daryl Clifford were coming over today for our weekly Saturday Night Dinner. So of course, we had to clean the house so it looked presentable for when they came.

After I hung all of my clothes in my closet and cleaned up my desk from all my books and papers, I began to make my bed. halfway through, I heard my mom calling my name.

"yes?" I hollered back, climbing down the stairs so we didn't have to scream at each other.

"just to let you know, the Clifford's son Michael will be coming tonight." she told me as she stacked the dishes into the cupboards.

I was surprised. "wow, i haven't seen him in forever. last time I saw him was, what, when I was eight? where has he been all these years?"

Mom faced me and sighed. "he's done some really bad things ever since you last saw him, Ellie. The poor kid got involved with drugs, and soon enough he became addicted. His parents didn't want him at our house while he was high."

I looked down. "so he's better now?" I asked hopefully. I didn't remember Michael that well, but he still meant a lot to me. Anyone who was going through a hard time, I wanted to make sure they were okay.

Mom shrugged. "Yea I guess so if he's coming to our house. I mean, I would hope so." She paused from cleaning the counters. "Do you remember him?"

I thought about it.

Flashback

The sky outside was a lovely shade of purple as the sun had sunken beneath the mountains. It was beginning to become very chilly outside, and the fireflies had awoken, flashing amazing bright lights every second.

"Michael! Where are you? I've been looking for you for ages!" I complained, searching around every bush near our house.

There was no reply, for Michael was hiding and I was trying to seek him.

"Michael," I complained, beginning to grow physically tired. "Come out please."

Once again, there was silence. I sighed in defeat and continue looking for my friend. Peering over the fence to our neighbor's yard, I jumped back when their dog started yapping at me. I scraped my knee in the process, but it didn't stop me.

It was almost completely night, a dark blue  hue covering streets as the lampposts started to turn on. I was beginning to feel afraid. I was all alone in the streets, and it was very cold.

"Michael it's time to come out now." I shakily call in the streets, cupping my hands around my mouth.

I was standing in the middle of the street. A blinding light shone on my face, and I tried shielding my eyes. As I turned to see where the light was coming from, I was welcomed with two bright headlights heading towards me.

I was too scared to move as the car inched closer to me, not seeming to see that I was standing in the middle of the street. I tried running, but my legs felt like two dull rocks attached to my body. I was going to die. Elliot Chase, an innocent eight year old, was going to get hit by a car.