Elliot

6

Elliot

Bright. Sunlight.

Pink. Curtains.

Sunlight? curtains? Oh! it's a window all right, and the softness all round me must be blankets and pillows and altogether a bed. My head feels dizzy and my vision is blurred.

But its very hot and very cold all at the same time. I mean I'm sweating but as soon as I push off the blankets, I'm shivering. Something is wrong with me?

"Oh!"

Books thrown onto the blazing fire, ashes flying everywhere and the one last final ultimatum, "I CONTROL YOUR FUTURE"

I hate him.

I hate him with every ounce of flesh in my body.

I struggle with the heavy layers of blankets round me trying to get them off me, I kick the blankets on and on and push, outstretching my hands, but all in vain, my legs give up and the room starts spinning. I fall back, my head landing softly on the pillow.

"Ugh" I groan. I hear the the sound of the knob turning and almost immediately after the door creaks open and Mom rushes in. She pulls a stool near my bed and sits down. "Oh my dear Ellie, my Ellie" her voice breaks and she starts sobbing.

Wow! I can't believe it, just because I'm lying here sick bundled up in these monstrous blankets, I have become my mother's dear. Surprising, very surprising.

"You're finally awake" she says whimpering.

"For how long have I been out" I ask. My head is throbbing with pain.

"1 whole day" she replies,"The shock was too much" she adds,

The shock was not too much my dear mother, it was just a shock with a super high voltage. I shouldn't be wasting time like this lying around, I should be up and planning.

Um...planning what??

...Revenge

Ellie? Ellie? are you listening? why do you have such a dark look in your eyes?Ellie?" it is mom's voice that brings me back to earth. "Yes mom?" I respond hoping for the end of conversation as I'm not sure how long I'd be able to keep my eyes open, A strong force has already started tugging me back into the arms of darkness; away from the throbbing headache, the numb feeling in my arms and legs and of course from the searing pain in my heart.

"Please forgive your father" she already sounds distant yet it boils my blood.

How can she possible expect me to? How can she?

"Do as your father says", No. Never.

"A McQueen can never be a writer" It breaks my heart into a million pieces to hear her say that. You're wrong mother

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My hands are shaking violently as I reach out to grab the pen knife from the study desk. With a soft click the blade is out. I grasp it and turn the doorknob. Opening the door quietly, I step into the hallway, the dim lights casting an eerie glow.

I few nauseous , my head is on fire and am totally drenched in sweat from head to toe, I doubt whether I can do this.

But I have to do this.

After what seem like ages, my hands finally clasp the knob of the door. The door that leads to the bedroom of.....

The door creaks open. Darkness welcomes me on the other side. A few seconds later my eyes adjust to the darkness surrounding me and I inch closer to the mammoth bed.

A fresh wave of pain hits my head and the room starts spinning again. Stupid room. I clutch the wooden rear of the bed to steady myself.without wasting a single moment, in fear that I will feel nauseous again I stand up straight.

Gripping the Knife with both hands I raise my arms slowly above my head. I close my eyes shut and with all the energy left in this sick haunted body of mine I plunge the knife,

Straight and deep into it's target.

A/N

Thnx for reading. If you liked this chapter don't forget to vote and comment.

'Elliot' is inching closer to its end, so stay tuned for the next update.

Also, check out my new novel 'Nova'. I've only posted the prolog for now. Chapters will be coming as soon as I finished writing this story. Its a sci-fi.

Until then stay beautiful, keep smiling and never ever give up.:):)

Love,

pratz7