Midnight Nation(Marcelo vieira)

"Some call it marijuana, some call it sensimilia, some call it lamb's bread and some people call it .....GANJA."

~Prologue~

This was it. Finally the time where Elisa felt that she was 100% relaxed and could handle everything and anything that tried to come down her path. If only she wasn't so lazy to do so. Inhaling once more, she took it all in and dumped the ashes in a bag that was close to her bed. Pot wasn't bad to her. Not like the other stuff that she has tried in the past that she thought would help heal certain wounds. Nope, they only left her feeling odd and bringing out her depression even more.

Just as she was tying the meager bag up, she heard her bedroom window open up slightly. Rolling her eyes, she already knew who was coming in.

"Hey, neighbor girl." Marcelo said in that voice that made her grimace. She turned her head slightly to give him a dry look before throwing the bag away. He made his way into her room,uninvited, and made his way on to her bed.

"Can I help you?" She snapped,unintentionally. Marcelo was a nice kid, kid being only 2 years younger than her, but he reminded her too much of a bothersome neighbor who would randomly come in her room and make small conversation.

Through the years they lived next to each other though, their relationship progressed enough for them to have a nice, boring friendship.

"Aw, Eli. You know it's that time of day where I grace you with my presence."

She turned to face him and the smirk he held on his face dropped instantly. "What happened to your-"

Elisa's hand smacked to her face as if she was able to erase the callous bruise that, after a few hours, turned a sickening bluish-black color. "Oh it's nothing!" She laughed nervously, but it was obvious that Marcelo wasn't going to fall for her lie. "I was going to be late for my classes and I fell down the stairs."

Marcelo raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. Silently, she begged him to not touch into the subject too much. It was her fault anyway. If she hadn't gone to see Robby the night before to try to break their relationship off, then her face would still be intact.

"Don't look at me like that." She said suddenly. Marcelo's gaze on her was so intense, almost like he could see right through her. "Damn you kid, I can never lie to you." she thought to herself.

"Don't lie to me like that." He shot back moments later.

"What do you want me to say, Marcelo?" Elisa could feel the anger boil in her. No, the regret. The embarrassment. They all bubbled in her body and soon she felt her high disintegrated. She pinched the bridge of her nose and looked up.

"Great, you killed my high!"

He grumbled some words she didn't catch but she didn't want to get into it and make this argument, or pity party, or whatever the hell this was, longer than it had to be.

"Why don't you just get out of my room."

Within the blink of her eye, he was a few feet in front of her, his hands caressing her face where the bruise was. Pain shot through her face and she flinched lightly.

"Why do you let that Ronnie guy touch you?"

"Robby." She corrected him quietly, no longer being able to look at him.

He waved his arms as if shooing something away. "Potato, tomato."

Elisa couldn't help but feel helpless now. She absolutely hated when Marcelo thought he knew everything when it would come to her relationship with Robby. Sad to say, this wasn't the first injury that he had caused her. There was a broken arm, a scar due to him being drunk and slinging a knife at her, and numerous, countless bruises on visible parts of her body. Luckily, she was able to lie to everyone, including Marcelo, about her injuries. Usually it would be the famous "I fell down the stairs." or "I got into a fight, but I won!"

He backed up now but still analyzed her. "I know you won't like this-"

"I know I won't." She injected, causing Marcelo to groan.

"If I see another mark on you caused by Robby," His eyes were serious, which was a rare occasion for goofy ol' Marcelo. "I'm going to report it to the police."

Her eyes grew into wide saucers and she charged towards him. Once her arms were on his shoulder, she squeezed tightly and pushed him into the wall. His eyes size matched hers now. "Don't say anything, Marcelo!" After a few seconds, his expression changed and a scowl formed on his face. "And give me one reason why not?"

"I love him. I tried breaking up with him, but I don't know.."

"You're stupid." He said finally.

Elisa looked at him in shock. Usually her and Marcelo wouldn't argue, they were just friends to the point where if she was bored, she would call him to hang out with. Not to explain situations like this. Marcelo was too nice and sweet and had too much of a good heart to understand half the crap she went through. "W-what?" She cursed at herself for not calming down her shaking voice before speaking.

"For allowing someone to hurt you and think it's okay or to think it is out of love." His voice was strangely calm. It did not match his expression at all.

"I know he loves me."

"If someone loves you, you really think they would even lay a hand on you? Or to even think of doing so in the first place?"

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Nothing registered in her mind and for once, she was left speechless. He managed to wiggle out of her grasp and walked to the side of her bed where she left her stash.

Without any words, he kicked the mess under her bed and gave her a wary look.

"He's giving you wrong influences."

"Thanks, Dad."

"I only care." He said quietly, looking down. "I meant what I said, you better not come here with any more injuries or the cops will arrest his scummy ass."

"Marcelo.."

He walked over to the window of her bedroom that he left open accidently. "Elisa." He said, matching her tone.

"You don't know how it is."

"How what is?" She shot back.

"To care about someone so much and feel like you are on a short line with them. That feeling where one day you could feel they care so much but then they don't."

His eyes narrowed, so many emotions passing through his face that was undetectable to her. "You sure about that?"

He studied her quietly before climbing through the window once more, leaving Elisa alone with her thoughts and insecurities.

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I would like to say that this isn't going to be a fanfic type of story that focuses so much on Real Madrid. Like, yeah in maybe a chapter or two I will mention that he plays football but it won't be that kind of WAGS kind of story. It's more of a situation that is based on real life events(just not with Marcelo, lol.). It was actually sad and my friend got really hurt. This is something I hope you all like because I enjoyed writing this prologue. Also, this story is not all about pot. But she is a heavy smoker and you will notice that in the next chapters. I dedicate this to my very best friend who I will send to when I finish this story. Please give me criticism.

xoxo. Love you guys!