Running Out of Time

Chapter one

Chapter one

Thinking about it still made my heart constrict. Elliot was my best friend since second grade when he let me have his blue crayon. Believe it or not, I still had it. The memory of it started to bring tears to my eyes. I tried to push them back. If I didn't cry today it would be the first time eight months. That's how long he has been gone. That's how long the depression has turned into insomnia and forced me to take sleeping pills. That's how long the traumatic event of finding him has started to unravel my mental seam causing me to go to a shrink. I found him, lying on the river bank. His skill a horrible blue color. His baby blue eyes an almost dull grey color. I almost couldn't believe that it was my Elliot. My baby blue Elliot. That’s what I called him, whenever I was trying to get my way. He called me Doe eyes when he wanted to same. I smiled at our nick names and the tears came harder now. Thinking about the good times with Elliot just made the pain harder to bare. I guess today wasn’t that day.

I was late to school again. I didn’t care about much anymore. Including grades, school, rules, getting in trouble and other shit like that. I walked down the halls of Maybeck High School of Berkley, California with my headphones in and my hood up. I knew the kids that milled along in the halls were talking about me. You could tell by the pointed stares and the way they hid their faces as they talked. You’d think after eight months all of the sympathy would sojourn. It was worst now more than ever. The police had called the house the other night to ask some follow up questions. When I had asked why their voices had gotten all solemn.

“We suspect some foul play in Elliot Mercer’s case.”

“What do you mean?” I had asked.

“We think that maybe, Elliot had been killed Ms. Von Dai.”

And that was that. It had gotten all over school. Now everyone was pointing, whispering, and sending me sympathetic looks.

“That’s her! Could you imagine? Your best friend being killed.” The blonde walking down the hall with her friends gawked at me.

“I can fucking hear you!” I screamed at her. She jumped a little at my sudden outburst. I rolled my eyes and continued on my way to my first period class. If Elliot was here no one would be saying anything to me. Or even about me for that matter. He was always there for me. I remember this one time, I was dating  a boy. Tyler Kipling.  He was gorgeous. Talk and muscular. Sandy blonde hair and gray eyes. He was every girls dream. Do not ask me how I got him, but I did. Anyways, Tyler and I had gone on a double date with Elliot and this girl I had hooked him up with. We had gone to Elliot’s to watch movies and play pool. Elliot had been talking to the girl about some of the movies we could watch when he mentioned our favorite I turned away from Tyler who had been talking to me about skateboarding. You can guess which one I would be more interested in. When I turned my head away Tyler gripped my face and forced me to look at him.

“You look at me when I am talking to you.” He said harshly. I was about to apologize when Elliot cut in.

“Excuse me?” He furrowed his eyebrows in anger. The girl was glaring at Elliot and then at me. I could only assume she was upset at the fact that his attention was on me.

“Oh, nothing Eli. Just letting Willa here know where her place is.” He chuckled like Elliot and he shared an old joke or were best pals. Like Elliot would understand the situation.

“Okay, three things. One, her name is Willow. Number two, my name is Elliot. And number three, you do not speak or act like that with her.”

Tyler stared at him shocked for a moment before replacing it with an unfazed demeanor. “Who are you to tell me how to talk to my girlfriend?”

“She is my best friend.”

“Yeah?” he said taking ahold of my hand. “Not anymore.”

“What?” Elliot and I questioned in unison.

Tyler turned to me and said, “You and him,” he gestured to Elliot. “are not friends anymore.”  I just gaped back at him stunned.

“It’s him or me.” He said taking a step back from me and crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Him.” I said as if he should have already known the answer. After that he left and never spoke to me again. I hadn’t been too distraught; I just blew it off really. The girl that I had set Elliot up with had tried the same thing on him a couple months later and we came out with the same result. You just can separate bestfriends. At least I didn’t think you could.

I walked into my first period class and took my seat. I let my books drop to the ground and put my head on the desk still listening to my music. It was a few moments later that I felt an annoying nudging. I lifted up my head to see Tyler smiling at me. What the hell?

“Hey.” He said with a smile.

“Hi?” It came out as a question because as I said, I do not talk to Tyler. I hadn’t since that night.

“What are you doing this Friday?” He asked still smiling.

“Nothing.” I put my head back down.

“Wanna go to a movie with me?” He asked. Is he kidding?

“No.”

“Come on, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe, and no.”

“Come on! Just one date.”

“I said no, so leave me alone.” I lifted my head up to get my Ipod. Just as I pressed the headphone against my ear, I heard Tyler mumble, “You are just being a bitch because that Elliot pussy died.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” I yelled at him causing him as well as many others in the room to jump. I was usually very quiet, even before Elliot’s death I had been a quiet person. So for most of the kids in the room this was the first time they have ever heard me speak. Everyone was looking at me now, I didn’t care. My body was shaking with anger. I felt white hot tears start to fell in my eyes.

“Nothing.” Tyler said his face heating up.

“No, what the fuck did you just say?” I yelled again. Tyler noticed everyone watching us. He must have taken it as encouragement because he stood up and put his face right into mine when he said, “You are just being a bitch because that Elliot pussy died.” He kept his face where it was and shifted his face into a self-satisfied smirk. The classroom was dead silent. It was like everyone had stopped breathing waiting for my next move. My body was numb. There was a red haze over my eyes. I felt my heart start to speed up to the point to where I thought I was going into Cardiac Arrest but I didn’t care. I got out of my seat and stood face to face to him. My body was shaking from anger and it looked like my body was shivering. The red haze started to take on a black tint as I pulled my arm back only to send it flying forward connecting with Tyler’s nose. There was an auditable crack. He fell to the ground and just like that I was on top of him. Slamming my fist into his face repeatedly. Once I had started I couldn’t stop. It was like pouring all of my anger and sadness into the blows I was delivering into his face. Breaking his nose, splitting his lips, and bruising the remainder of his face.  The teacher as well as other classmates was yelling for me to get off of him, but no one made as move as to get me off of him. I guess they were scared that I’d turn my fury toward them. It wasn’t impossible that, that might have happened.

I got off of him and walked up to the teacher’s desk. The teacher had followed up me. I grabbed a bunch of tissues and began to wipe the blood from my hands. I looked up at him.

“Willow,”

“Right, office.” I cutt him off and stalked out the door.

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