Song for this chapter: Justin Bieber (Daddy)- be alright.
•Elena's point of view•
My head, my head is thumping and feels really bruised. Slowly I open my eyes and sit up in my bed. Wait my bed, the train. How am I home?
I rub my eyes to get rid of the blur and slowly look around the room, in which is not mine. Where am I? Slowly I slide my legs across the bed and let them hang over, before gently standing up as I feel extremely dizzy.
I walk out of the beautiful bedroom and walk along the massive white tiles. Who this house belongs to is massive, and beautiful. I find myself at the top of a glass stair case, the owners must be packing in the money. I slowly one step at a time walk down the stairs while admiring the beautiful view of the house.
"You're awake." A males voice frightens me making me jump, what feels like nearly out off my skin. Just as I think my surrounding beauty of the house couldn't get any better. A guy his age around 19 or 20 comes into view.
"W-who are y-ou, where a-am I?" I ask, my throat dry and my voice groggy.
"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." He coos as he extends his hand out for me. I take this quick time to indulge myself in his artwork. His arms one half sleeve and one full sleeve are tattooed in the most perfect way, sadly a black shirt covers his top half leaving me wondering if he has abs. But from the sexy strong arms I'm assuming he works out.
I gently place my hand in his and he holds it as he helps me walk into the kitchen.
"Here, I made you some food. I didn't know what you like, or if you're allergic to anything so I just made you spaghetti. And it's kinda all I know how to cook." He says blushing as he places a white bowl of steaming hot spaghetti in front of me.
"Thank you, I love spaghetti." I smile wide as I take a seat at the breakfast bar. I pick up the clean silver fork that lays poking out on the side of the bowl and twist some spaghetti around it. I place it in my mouth and my taste buds have a dance party.
"This is so goood." I moan and shove more into my mouth.
"Thanks." He chuckles and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, his arm muscles flexing in the process.
"So Uhm, I'm Jason." He says as he takes out a bottle of water from the fridge and hands it over to me.
"Thank you." I smile. "I'm Elena, Elena Hamilton. But please may I ask, what am I doing in your house?"
"Well Elena, Elena Hamilton. I was taking a walk when I saw you standing on the tracks of an oncoming train." He says making me choke on my food.
"Y-you saved me?!" I ask shocked. "Yes I did, I don't know your story or anything that has happened in your life. But I can tell you that I might know how you feel. I couldn't let you commit suicide." He says making me feel somewhat important.
"Thank you Jason, thank you for saving me." I say honestly.
"You're welcome Elena, do you want some more?" He asks pointing towards my now empty bowl. It was so good, for a guy you wouldn't think he could cook that good.
"No thank you." I shake my head 'no' and with a smile, he nods his head and smiles while taking my bowl and places it into the sink.
"So I guess you're wondering why I was standing on those tracks, hoping to die." I say, obviously he is, why wouldn't he be.
"Well, it's not really my business."
"You said you'll understand, so let me tell you."
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•FADED• {Jason McCann} - wattys2017
FanfictionElena Hamilton, a troubled 16 year old, who only knows the bully life. After moving from her peaceful home in Virginia to Pennsylvania - she tries her best to fit into her new school, but only gets kicked to the ground. Bullies are everywhere - wait...
