I look deep into his amazing green eyes and freckles, trying to figure him out but just like before all I see is his HOT ASS MOTHER FUCKING FACE!! Once I realize I looked for a bit too long I whip my head back to unlock the bolted door. We step inside to the cold house and I show him to my living room. I take a moment to think about his arm like how should I approach it, I can't just not ask at all, but a part of me liked the mystery.
" Do you want some pizza or something? " I ask him as I make my way to the kitchen.
" No... um... it's okay. " I took that as a yes and heated some up for him anyway. For some odd reason I knew what he felt I could almost sense we had a connection once I saw him in the woods not too long ago. I sit down and set the boiling pizza onto the table.
" Be careful it's a bit hot. " I giggle which I automatically regretted afterwards. He seemed, shy or upset about something but I couldn't figure or what. Maybe he noticed me looking at his arm.I needed to find a way to control the situation.
" Oh um, I never caught your name, I'm Carson obviously but who are you? " He said quietly.
" I'm Ellis. Ellis Fitzpatrick, " I sounded like some type of important figure so i try to lighten the mood " Hows the uh, pizza. " F.A.I.L.E.D.
I need to ask about his arm, it was killing me, but how?
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Short StoryEllis, a 15 year old searching for security and love in a place which lacks it all. Till this one day..... • • • Trigger Warnings: Suicidal thoughts/ actions, mention of self harm, mention of abuse.
