Short Stories & Unfinished Stories

Memories; Wish They'd Fade Away

Memories;

Wish they’d fade

Away

Two summers ago, Ellie wore contacts, straightened her curly dark brown hair, and didn’t cover her beautiful dark green eyes; she wore short skirts, short dresses and tank tops with heels, no runners or jeans or cover ups accepted. She was fourteen then. And she had many friends, dated a few guys and partied a lot. Until...well let’s just say it’s a thing Ellie hates to remember, something she tries to put out of her mind, the thing had also made her shy, sensitive, jittery, reserved and quiet. Even if she knew you were there and you spoke, she’d jump from fright, she wore jeans, cover ups, and long sleeved shirts with runners, she concentrated on homework and school, quit all her old school teams and hardly ever spoke.

But when a new guy comes along, will he be able to win Ellie’s heart, and get her to trust guys again? That not every guy is a monster? That she doesn’t have to be scared anymore? That she can climb out of that shell and be herself again? That a guy can truly love a girl...?

Prologue:

Two Summers Ago,

Ellie hit the ground.

And it hurt like hell. The guy was laughing and took another swig from his vodka bottle. Ellie tried to get up and get away from him, but he pushed her back down again. The moonlight in the alley way let her get a glimpse of his face, he was smiling cruelly. Ellie tried to speak, to yell, to scream, to cry, to say ‘stop!’, but she couldn’t find her voice, it was trapped in her throat, her fear had overtaken her. How could he do this?

“Oh Ellie, vodka tastes so good, let’s have a blissful night for once.” Weston slurred his words. Ellie used her arms to back up.

“N-No...No!” Ellie managed to get out, it was meant to be a scream, but it was so low, she doubted he even heard it. Weston smiled again and dropped to his knees on top of her. This was wrong, she needed to escape! She needed to run, oh why didn’t she listen to her mother and wear runners? Ellie scarped Weston with her nails and pounded him with her fists, she moved underneath him and tried to escape again, but this only made Weston excited, he put down the vodka bottle and kissed her. Ellie shoved her hands against his chest.

“You’re right, this needs to go.” Weston said as he pulled off his shirt.

“N-N-N-O-O!” Ellie tried to yell again, once again Weston didn’t hear. Weston slowly moved to finish off what he was doing. This time Ellie was actually able to scream. Weston punched her with a blow and next thing Ellie, knew, everything was black.

Ellie awoke in the alley way, which was dimly lit by the fading moonlight. She looked down, there was a vodka bottle broken and lying on the ground, and there was blood between her legs. Oh my god. Ellie thought. What had happened to her? Why was there blood! All she could remember was the fuzzy blackness. Ellie looked around franticly, there was nothing to remind her of what happened, and down below she hurt like heck and it felt like the area was swollen. Ellie scrambled to get up; her head felt like it weighed a million pounds, she didn’t feel up to anything. Scared that what had happened would happen again, Ellie began to run; it was hard to run in her high heels. She kept falling and tripped over anything in sight. By the time Ellie came to the end of the alley way, her hands were scraped, she had cuts on her legs, arms and face, and she was breathless. Once she reached the street and saw the house where she had been at a party, Ellie remembered everything.

Chapter.1

Two Years Later,

I opened my eyes to my room again.

I had dreamt of him.

Of Weston, my now ex-boyfriend of two years, He had used me, had...ha-had... oh I couldn’t even think it. I never wanted to remember it again, shaking I got up and walked to the mirror. My short curly brown, almost black hair was the first thing I usually looked at, I didn’t straighten it anymore...no not since...

Next thing I would notice about myself was my dark green eyes that hide behind my black square framed glasses, I didn’t wear contacts anymore since...well...Uh..Moving on.

I’d then notice my now pale skin; I didn’t tan anymore since...well yeah.

I pushed my short curly bangs behind my ear as I slip on a white t-shirt and put on a sweater. I pull on jeans then and brush my hair.

“Ellie!” a voice calls from my doorway, I jump just at the sound of the voice.

“Y-yes?” I answer.

“Breakfast is ready dear, you’re father is finally home. He brought you back a present.” My maid Helsie says.

“T-thank you for letting me know.” I replied. I hear her footsteps fade away as she leaves. I look back into the mirror.

It’s been two years, my voice in my head says, why can’t you get over what he did to you? Why can’t you go back to being your normal, selfish, confident, rich girl self? The voice asks.

Shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I yell at it. I’ll never be the same again, no. What Weston did was horrible; it changed me from then on. I was only fourteen at the time, he hurt me so much.

Jeez, you’re sixteen now, get over it you big fat baby. The voice says. I lift my eyes slowly to look at my reflection in the mirror.

I can’t, so SHUT UP! I’m lucky I didn’t get... I close my eyes, bite my lip and stop myself from remembering, from going on. I-I can’t remember that night, no it was too horrible. I wrap my arms around myself, open my eyes, and stop biting my lip. I head to my door and twist the gold doorknob open. I see the action immdetly, all the servants rush down the halls carrying towels, bed sheets and clothes. Some wave to me in hello, some just mind their business.

I close the door shut behind me and slowly walk down the black onyx flooring and white walled hall way. I reach the granite staircase and walk slowly down the stairs to the kitchen.

I see my father immdetly.

“Ellie! My darling!” He says as he pulls me in for a tight hug. “I missed you while I was away on business.” I hug him back.

“I-I missed you too.” I answer. My father laughs and walks with me to the kitchen table where we join my mother.

            I arrived at school shortly after, in the black limo my father brought back from where he was for me, he never really tells any of us where he goes, he just goes.

I slid off the black leather of the car, and I didn’t look up as the door man; Herman, opened the door for me, I just kept my head down, mumbled a thank you and walked towards the entrance hall.

The kids in the hall pushed me as they ran to their friends; some to get to class early, no one likes detention.

I looked up only when I spinned the dial on my locker. 23, 8, 39, I recited in my head. I saw Weston across the hall, I ducked my head and shoved my stuff in my locker in a hurry, I grabbed my binder on the top shelf and slammed my locker door and turned to go, but I still saw him, what he did.

He winked at me, a simple wink, that made shivers go down my spine and also made me jump. I ran down the hall then, I didn’t want to see him—

Wham!

Ow, what the heck?