El's POV
*RING RING*
My phone started ringing as we just started to do sketches.
"One second, my boyfrand is calling." I annoced excitedly.
El: hey babe
Ansel: Hey baby, i miss you
El: I miss you too, so are you still coming over tonight? Mac wants to meet you.
Ansel: umm about that....
El: You're ditching me for Shailien again, arent you?
Ansel: Eleanor, baby, please...
El: No, don't. You know what, I'm done with this. She is clearly more important than your girlfriend of 3 and a half years. We are over and completely done.
Ansel: Don't do this, please.
El: I think Shai needs someone to kiss her ass.
and with that I hung up, gathered my things, and sped all the way to my house. When i made it to my house i opened the door and stormed to the kitchen and ripped all the pictures of me and Ansel off the wall then i went to the livingroom and did the same. I walked to the drive way and shattered all the photoframes and started screaming,
"THREE FUCKING YEARS WITH A DICKHEAD! THREE YEARS OF MY LIFE WASTED! DAMN YOU ELGORT! YOU CHEATER!" I started crying and fell cutting my arms, wrist, and hands in the broken glass. I did not noticed a piece of glass stabbed into my hand.
"Hey! ELEANOR, BABE!" I felt Mac attempt to pull me off the glass but i ended up falling and hurting my leg, "LUKE HELP AND CALL 9-1-1!" I felt a different pair of arms wrap around me and pick me up bridal style and lay me on the grass. I started crying harder and i started sobbing, not from the physical pain but the emotional. I have kept everything bottled up for so long everything just came pouring out.
The EMS got here and put me on a gerney and I wouldnt let go of who was ever holding me. ALl i heard was that Mac would meet us there. When we got to the hospital they rushed to clean my wrist and hand out then x-ray my leg which was clearly obviously broken. I was still crying. I missed my brother so much. He was always there when I needed cheering up.
The nurses put stitches in my hand and wrist and put a purple cast on my left leg, and i will have to be on crutchs the next three months. The doctors said they are going to keep me a day or two to make sure i will not have a break down. Mac even agreed with them. They tested me for depression and they are going to put me on antidepressiants. I can't be left a lone for a few days.
I woudln't talk to anyone and all i could do was cry. I found out the person i kept crying on was Luke and he wouldn't leave the hospitial. He sent Mac home a few hours ago and he hasnt let go of my good hand the whole time.
"Luke, I just want to thank you for what you did today. I don't know what got into me today." I whispered.
"Hey, hey, hey... shhh and get some rest.." He whispered as he rubbed soft circles with his thumb on my hand."
"Lay with me please..." he nodded and crawled in and laid on my rightside and wrapped his arm around my shoulder as i laid on his chest. He started humming a sing that was too tired to remember. I finally went to sleep.
*The next morning*
The next morning I woke on someone's and in their arms then everything came back to me. I looked up to find Luke peacefully. I moved to my arm to the side and an unbearable pain shot through my arm and I let out a loud scream. It was loud enough to wake Luke and fro a nurse to come running to check on me. I didnt realize i was crying until Luke wiped the tears out of my eyes.
"El look at me you'reokay, the nurse is going to give you some morphine through you IV, okay?" I just nodded in too much pain to speak. They put a needle ting into the long clear tube that was connected to my arm and a clear bag that sat on a hook. "The boys and Mac are on the way and im gonna shower when they get here." Luke whispered to me. I just replied a soft 'okay'.I closed my eyes and drifted off into a world much better than our own.
I just got out of school on December 11th, 2010. I was walking alone, as usual, and I was taking my time listening to some random song that was on my playlist. I was almost home when I saw a ambulance race by me; it was heading towards my two-story home. Fear shot through my body and i took off into a sprint..
When I reached th scene all I could do was cry, I ran through all the police and into my house. There I saw the sight I would see everytime I closed my eyes, my brother laying on the living room floor with a gun beside him in puddle of blood. Everything started to go in slow motion. All I could do was cry and cry and cry.
My life ended that day. My dyed blonde hair I turned it back brown. My music taste changed. My fashon changed. My attitude changed. I no longer was a fake bitch. I started to appreciate the little things I had, because I knew they could be ripped away at any second. But I hate the fact that my had to die for me to realize that. Mac and I became best friends and we packed up and moved to LA.
The hardest thing for me was letting go and moving on. I couldn't comprehend that he was actually gone forever. Troye Anothney Peazer was gone forever. I couldn't call him when I needed to. I couldn't cuddle up to him and watch The Lion KIng or quote The Breakfast Club with him or dance with him to old country music. I couldn't say I love you one last time.
He was gone. Forever.
