The final thing from ninth grade English. We had just finished Romeo and Juliet and my teacher wanted us to write a romance. So I came up with this
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You have been dead for many years. You left you little sister, Eleanor, and your family behind when you were still young. Eleanor had become closed off and became solely depended on her stuffed animal cat, Watson. The young girl, now sixteen, had stayed off to herself. Not talking to anyone but Watson.
People had thought she'd gone crazy, and ignored her from then on out. They tried to avoid her, but some just became too curious. Though, their curiosity was usually destroyed by their fear of your grieving sister. She ended up staying alone for many years after your death. Even your parents avoided her, believing her to be a lost cause.
However, one girl was brave enough to approach the teen. Introducing herself as Hope and sticking herself to your sister's side like glue. Eleanor, of course, was hesitant to trust this new person. Hope somehow preformed a miracle, though. She got close to your sister, she made her open up, she got her to smile and laugh again. Eleanor even let Hope hold Watson.
The two girls became best friends, and even something more was building.
But, of course, the good can only last for such a long time.
Of course, it was too good to be true.
Of course, only the good die young.
xXx
Eleanor was sitting in her bedroom when she heard the news. She was reading a lovely little poem that Hope had written for her on her seventeenth birthday. When she had heard, she had cried and cried, not caring at all who would see. Eleanor clutched the poem to her chest as she fell to the floor. Crying and crying over what had happened.
Your parents tried to comfort as best they could. But years of isolation did nothing for the girl. No one could replace the ones she'd lost. No one could comfort her about them.
Hope had tried, and succeeded in the long run.
But who was going to comfort her now?
Hope was gone.
xXx
Eleanor, as expected, had gone back to only relying on Watson. "He would never leave me." She had told you once.
The seventeen year old only stayed in her room, only going to school when your parents forced her onto the bus. Her grades were falling, and few had sympathy. Her homework lay forgotten in her bag. Never getting completed.
She now stared into the mirror. Staring back at her was her own reflection. Eleanor stepped off her bed, Watson clutched to her chest, she walked towards her reflection. Stepping closer and closer. Her bare feet pressing into the cool carpet. As she neared the mirror, she stared into her reflection's eyes as tears started streaming down her face.
She wiped them away angrily. Frustrated at herself for crying again, she pulled back her arm as she prepared to strike the mirror. But paused slightly when she spotted someone in the mirror. Quickly looking behind her, but spotting no one, Eleanor looked back at the mirror. There was someone next to her.
She stepped impossibly closer to the mirror and let out a gasp when she spotted who it was. "Hu-Hope?" She let out a choked sob as the reflection nodded, reaching out to touch her shoulder.
Eleanor instinctively looked behind her again. Empty space.
Looking back at the mirror, her vision slightly blinded from her tears, she placed her hand onto her shoulder, where Hope's should have been. She stared in awe at the mirror and said the first thing that came to her mind.
"You're poem was so cheesy."
Hope let out a silent laugh in the reflection.
"I love you, Hope."
Hope smiled in the mirror and wrapped her arms around Eleanor's waist, resting her chin on her shoulder. "I love you, too, Elle." She mouthed.
A bright smile made its way onto Eleanor's features, breaking through her tear streaked face. She let out a tinkling laugh as she placed her hands to where Hope's arms should have been, leaning her head back onto her nonexistent shoulder. In the mirror, Hope placed a quick kiss onto Eleanor's cheek and snuggled into her neck.
"I love you."
xXx
"Why did Hope have to die?" You ask me as we watch the sad, heartbreaking scene between Hope and your sister.
