Heartbreaking love

Torn family and a broken boy

Father had gone on a tour with mother, her career with her books had started growing so I didn't see my parents much after that, not that it mattered anymore.

At first I was sad, I never got to see them, I didn't have Elliot and I was just alone but I got used to it over that year and I accepted the fact I was alone.

Once I had Elliot back he stayed at mine a lot, he practically lived at mine since he never wanted to go home but I didn't mind he was my best friend and I'd do anything for him.

Every night I noticed Elliot would have nightmares, I would cuddle him up and play with his hair until he had calmed down, it had torn me apart seeing him like this but it also fed my anger.

I hated Tate, I hated his existence. He had hurt the only person I cared for. If you are thinking what about your family? A few chapters back it seemed like they were your world? Well my family does mean something to me but not much not in this period of time, they had neglected me and never wrote or contacted me while they were away, I didn't see them for months at a time so some of my built up anger went towards them causing me to hate them at the time.

We weren't a family anymore we were just strangers connected by blood and documents.

I could see the light in Elliot's eyes slowly fade throughout the weeks, the once golden eyes that were full of life where now a dull empty brown.

Elliot was broken and I was trying my hardest to fix him I truly was but even though I had tried my hardest nothing worked.

Elliot didn't smile anymore, he didn't laugh like he used to he went back to being the quiet boy listening to whatever was playing in his headphones but this time his eyes are not full of life and happiness they were just empty and lifeless.

Elliot was tired I could tell, it wasn't just from the lack of sleep due to nightmares no he was tired of life, tired of trying.

Tired of himself.

School wasn't easy for him ether, we had been separated in some classes causing him to be on his own and without me by his side people thought it was okay to bully him.

I know he didn't know that I noticed the fresh bruises when he comes home or the fresh stains of blood on his wrists or the way he limped when he walked.

My precious E was at breaking point and there was nothing that I could do to help him and that had made me feel so useless, I was meant to be his best friend, be there for him at all times and make him happy but I was doing a pretty crappy job at it and that was tearing my soul apart.

I tried I really did but honestly I didn't know how much longer I had until I lost my best friend...

Oh Elliot I wish I had known how to help you. I wish things never went the way they did.

I hate Tate and I will hate him as long as I live. I hate how I wasn't good enough to protect and help you... I'm so sorry E.