Heartbreaking love

Im lost without you. Please let me know that you are okay!

So after we left Australia I never proceeded to make friends, not like anyone would be friends with the chick who would snap their necks if they looked at her wrong but I did get a lot of attention from guys, apparently super pissed off street fighters are attractive but honestly I couldn't give a shit never got why girls threw themselves at those guys.

One of the reasons I never wanted to make friends was that I knew something would happen and I'd loose them like I lost Elliot, I missed my E like crazy and had not stopped thinking about him since the move.

I did try contact him many times but he would ether never be online and his number had been cut off or changed, anyways I was more depressed than ever.
Messages I sent to his email and MySpace went on forever, I would sometimes send how my day went, how much I miss him and many things that had me in tears.
After almost a year of being away from Elliot I got fed up, it was near his birthday and I couldn't miss it. I had stolen some money from my parents as they had made it so I can't get into my bank account until I was nineteen, and I brought myself a ticket to Australia.

I remember being so excited, I could finally see Elliot again, it was all planned out if get there the day of his birthday and go to his house and surprise him and we'd spend the week together.

My parents didn't even notice the missing money and they didn't notice my absence ether, I was gone longer than I had expected to be gone.

When I had gotten to Australia I felt the weight lift from my shoulders I was home. The first thing I did was catch a taxi to the car rental place, after getting a car I went to the motel I was to stay at and started unpacking. The motel room I had was cute and homey at the time.

I quickly posted a happy birthday paragraph on Elliot's MySpace and grabbed my keys to head to his, my nerves were fuzzy and excitement overfilled me, it had felt great since all I had been feeling for the past year was hate and anger; the feeling of happiness was like a blessing.

The closer I got to Elliot's the more nervous I got, I kept thinking what if he hates me?, what if this was a bad idea, would he even want me there? He hasn't replied to any of my messages, what if he moved? Or moved on and didn't care about anything we had been through, or he had forgotten about me...

I remember standing at his front door for at least five minutes trying to gain the courage to knock on the door, the thoughts were still running through my head and I was trembling, if anyone who knew me saw me at that moment they wouldn't believe it was me the tough street fighter who hates everyone and everything trembling at just knocking on a door to see a old friend I felt pretty pathetic.

I finally got the guts to knock on the door, it had taken awhile for someone to answer, it had been Elliot's mother and to say she could had had better days.
Her sad eyes stared at me for quite some time until she nodded for me to enter, I had been quite confused as why she didn't greet me but I never bothered to ask. Hillary, Elliot's mother motioned me over towards the couch which I took as to take a seat. We sat in silence for a moment but I had to open my big mouth

"Hillary, umm where is Elliot?" I had asked Hillary just bursted into tears, I'll never forget that day cause that was the day I found out that Elliot had passed away....

The day my heart broke so much that it can never be fixed.