Heartbreaking love

Dont take me away from him!

Elliot was getting better, I started being around him more and I cut back on the fighting, honestly I could have said I was getting better but I wasn't I was just putting on a show for Elliot.

At the time I was full of anger, hate and I just wanted to break everything and hurt people the only person who could calm me down was Elliot.

As I should have known good things must come to a end.
My parents came back from their tours and decided that we were to move to America, it was easier for their jobs or something.

I remember arguing for hours about it, I smashed things and I almost hurt my parents actually I did hurt them with my words. I didn't want to leave Elliot, I had just started getting him happy.. If I go he will have to go home.. He will have to give up nibbles and Elvis. I couldn't let that happen.

I tried to convince them to let me stay but they wouldn't have it, Elliot couldn't come and he also couldn't keep the house. I had hated my parents so much, they had enough money to keep the house and buy a hundred more what harm could it do to let Elliot and I stay here, it's not like we hadn't been doing that already.

I could see Elliot lose the spark in his eye when he found out that I was leaving, there was still some left that glowed towards nibbles and Elvis but that completely disappeared once he had to give them up. Saying goodbye to Elliot was such a hard moment in my life, earlier I said loosing him for a year was the second hardest thing in my life I change my mind that was the third hardest thing so far and saying goodbye to Elliot was the second... The first and most hardest thing was... well you'll soon find out..

The move to America was silent, I was angry and sad. I didn't talk to anyone, I refused to associate with my parents and I locked myself in my room most of the time.

My depression came back and it was stronger than the year I lost Elliot to Tate, this time I couldn't be there for Elliot and he wasn't there for me. Elliot was my rock, he was the only one to know the true me, now he wouldn't even recognise me...

It had only been a week since the move but it had felt like forever, I started cutting again, the fighting got worse I was suspended on my first day of school and I joined another street fighting club.

I put all my focus into fighting, the cracks of their noses when they broke as I punched them, the gasps they make as I break their ribs as I kick them, it was like music to my ears.

I didn't hear from Elliot for months and my anger built on that, I was sure that his parents forced him back to school and he probably was getting bullied. My beautiful golden eyed friend will never have bright eyes again... He was broken.

I used to stay up all night wondering how Elliot was and what he was doing, I wanted to know If he was okay, I wanted to see my golden eyed friend. Just once more would had been enough, just once...