The Bad Ones

Elodie

Lost eyes & Lost lies

It's been one week. Seven days. And one hundred sixty eight hours since Carson admitted to being a junkie and admitted by boyfriend was sexually abusing her. I couldn't decide which was worse. Could I be selfish and say the fact my boyfriend touched her in the first place knowing she is my best friend? It wasn't her fault. I knew that. Yet for some reason I couldn't be around her. I couldn't even look at her and thinking about her makes me sick.

"Elodie." My mother whispers.

I couldn't get words to leave my mouth. My throat was soar from being speechless since that day.

I hadn't said anything to her. I had been rolled up in a blanket facing the white walls and outlining the designs with my finger.

Let me die.

"You have to go to school today." Her voice was getting louder.

A tear rolled down my cheek.

Let me die.

"I...I...I-i can't." I finally manage to get words out as I turned and faced her.

"Get the hell up and get dressed. I'm not going to court because, you don't want to get your ass out of bed." and there it was.

Let me die.

Before I could beg. Before I could plead. Before I could cry. She slammed the door shut.

I force myself out of the comfort of my bed where I escaped the problems I was going to be forced facing at school. I felt noxious having that thought at all. I couldn't see myself facing it.

I didn't try. I wouldn't try. I wore gray sweatpants and a oversized T-shirt with some random basketball team printed in big letters. My hair was in messy bun and I had dark circle under my eyes from the lack of sleep this past week.

"Hurry the fuck up. Some of us actually work so unless you want to walk to school move your ass." Her voice was filled with amgd

Let me die.

I didn't bother grabbing my book bag. I was not going to do a single thing. I didn't want to do anything.

I wanted to stay in my warm blankets and cry.

***

"Have a good day, sweety," She says sweetly as she drops me off near a group of kids. I get out of the car well shaking my head.

Fucking fake.

The moment I got out of the car she raced off like a jet.

"Elodie!" His words were urgent and loud. I suddenly couldn't breath as I looked around at everyone staring at me waiting for me to answer him.

Let me die.

Why was he doing this to me?

Why couldn't he just stay away?

Before I could get away, he was right there in front of me.

He looked like shit.

His usual slicked back hair was sticking up in different directions. He had bigger black circles under his eyes than I had under mine. His plump pink lips were chapped and dry blood clung to every crevasse his lips had. It looked like he had munched on them until they were ruined. He had a shadow that made him look even older. His usual leather jacket was replaced with a blue hoodie. His usual doc martens were replaced with vans. He looked dead. He looked miserable.