On my phone. Deal with it.-PA
He had been over that whole day. Speaking with her. Getting to know her. Yet when 11:30 at night rolled around he left. He left knowing those times couldnt last. Left her alone in the now empty house to ponder what she was doing and why.
Soon the blanket of depression rewrapped itself around her sadness warming her like the hug Elijah and her had shared before he left.
He left
Slowly but surely she dragged herself down the hallway into the gray room she called her own. Onto the purple bed she went mindlessly throwing the covers over her shaking body.
He left
Her eyes stared emptily at the tan ceiling. A hand raised to trace circles in the air boredly
He left
She was alone.
So she slept. Slept with her brothers words muffled by her new found friends laughter. By his smile . By his words of mutual pain. It was something they shared now. A shared emptyness. A loss. A deep and tragic loss.
Morning sub filtered through the window awaking her. Quickly checking the clock on her bedside table she sighed.
7:30
She had promised she would go to school. Promised. It had been a week since she had been. And now she was late. Quickly she jumped out of the bed walking hurriedly to the bathroom across the hall. Sighing she showered quickly rushing through teeth brushing and clothing herself. Grabbing the few books and things she needed she rushed out the door racing for the school. She had missed the damn bus. Oh yay. Quickly she walked to the school her dark hair whipping behind her in the harsh winds. She clutched her back pack straps tightly knuckles whitening.
"Good morning Quinn , glad you decided to join us~"
Botmans class. Yay. Her least favorite. Silently she strode to the back of the room taking her seat next to a girl known as Briella. She had never spoken a word to Quinn. It didnt bother her , Quinn hadnt either. She flinched as a small piece of paper flew across the room hitting her hand as she wrote. Looking up making sure the teacher hadnt noticed (He hadnt) She unfolded it reading its contents.
' Sucks that your brother died. Maybe now he will know your a whore. Leave Elijah alone.'
She stared at it in disbelief. Who the hell threw it at her? She knew it wasnt Elijah.. he didnt have this class with her. Looking about the room tears began to form silently slipping down her porcelain face. Everyone stared at her stone faced as she once more stormed out of the class room throwing the note on Botman's desk for him to read if he cared enough to. Of course Elijah saw her through a doors window as she raced down the hallways. Quickly asking to 'use the bathroom' he raced after her slamming the classroom door shut behind him in the process.
"Quinn!"
She didnt respond. She just kept walking towards the nearest exit. Down stairs.
"Quinn look at me damnit."
Elijah growled yanking her around to face him by her shoulder. His face fell a frown writing its way unto his full lips. She was sobbing now. Red eyes looking anywhere but at him. Without another word he pulled her into his chest embracing her in a warm hug. Her balled up hands rested on his chest as she cried into his shirt.
"What happened?"
"Someone called me a whore because we hung out. Elijah... who did you tell?"
She looked up wiping her face. A sudden anger boiled inside of him as he dropped his arms from her. Raising his right hand he rested it on her cheek.
"Dont you worry about that. Get to class I will call you later , ok?"
Despite her questioning look she nodded hugging him quickly before slowly returning back to a clss full of jack asses. Meanwhile Elijah looked like he was about to open a can of whoop ass unto Mike Turner.
