Heartbreaking love

Cute little buddies and abusive boyfriends

Elliot did end up talking to me on the bus, it wasn't much at the time but it was enough to make me happy even though anything to do with him had made me happy.

"What are you drawing?" Elliot had said taking out one of his earphones.

"Oh umm it's just a sketch of a girl at the moment, do you want to see?" I asked nervously scared that he would think it's horrible and be mean about it.

Elliot hadn't been mean about it he was extremely nice and complimented my work.

"Wow Alexis this is amazing! You're really talented." He had said with a huge smile on his face.

I remember how good it felt when he had complimented my drawing all I could think about was how amazing it was to finally be accepted and having him as a friend.

Eliot is the reason I kept going with my art back then as there where times in my life where I just wanted to quit drawing, but in the end it turned out all I ever ended up drawing was him from that moment on.

As each day passed Elliot and I got closer, we would visit each others houses and play video games or sport together it was amazing, he was my best friend and I was his.

When he was getting bullied I'd stand up for him or he would stand up for me if I was being bullied.

Alone we were powerless but together we were unstoppable.

At the age of fifteen Elliot got his first boyfriend, Tate Yates.

He was really nice at the start, he joined our group and we were the three musketeers.

After awhile though Tate started to get Elliot to stop hanging with me and he did I was devastated as I had thought Elliot would never leave our friendship and never leave me alone but I guess I was wrong.

Elliot and Tate dated for a year but that stopped when I had found out that Tate had been abusing Elliot, that had pissed me off and I ended up beating the shit out of Tate.

I had told him if he ever goes near Eliot again i wouldn't hesitate to kill him. I may be short and petite but I'm stronger than I look and I always went along with my threats no matter what trouble I'd get in from them.

Elliot was different well we both were but Elliot wasn't the strong hearted boy I knew.

He was overly skinny and sad all the time he started cutting sometime in the relationship with Tate and I tried so hard to stop him but he would always start again. He had dyed his hair and gotten tattoos, he got piercing and he wouldn't talk to me much, he would just sit there listening to whatever his headphones played. I was losing my Eliot my beautiful E.

I however had grown tougher I had to protect my E he was my best friend and I had failed him I had felt so guilty. I had scars up my arms from the time that he had told me he didn't want to be friends anymore but now I know that was just Tate speaking not E, but I had grown up and moved on from that horrible memory, I had gotten out of my depressed state and started to dress more darker when and I started smoking which I know is bad but it was there at the time and now I'm addicted have been ever since.

Back then I was a walking bomb waiting to explode. I had so much built up anger, I formed a reputation at the school as the bad girl, I got in trouble with the law and almost got expelled a few times.

I protected E and he sometimes protected me by telling me to stop before I got hurt. We were like yin and yang I was the darkness with the bit of light and Elliot was the light with the bit of darkness, the light being E and the darkness being me.

That year without Elliot was probably the second hardest part of my life, you will find out later what was the hardest....

Let's just say I wish I was sixteen again.