The Mystical's Whisper

Chapter Six- Second Chances

A/N: This one is a little short, I know.

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Chapter Six:Second Chances.

Driving to Eli's apartment my hands were shaking. Clutching the steering-wheel, my knuckles turned white in the moonlight as I turned on the radio to drown out my thoughts, putting up the volume all the way. I had never, in my life - screwed up this badly when it counted. I mentally kicked myself for the millionth time, trying to not think of the repercussions as it would drive me completely insane.

“I can’t do this anymore Xavier, I know you are going through a lot but I can’t call you my friend anymore.”

“I hate what you’ve become.” Eli’s venomous words echoed through my thoughts. He had never spoken with such conviction to anyone. Gentle and sweet he managed to sugar-coat any criticism, but this time he meant it. The thought of losing my best friend on-top of everything I have lost, was too much to bear. Now more than ever I needed someone to talk to, to make sense of this mess I had gotten myself in.

Finally seeing the sign reading: Gold Valley Estates I sighed in relief.

Eli, like me had lived in a nice neighbourhood, he however had the great privilege of living on his own, in a spacious 2 bedroom apartment.

The suburb he lived in was made up of mostly Apartments such as his either overlooking the ocean (like his did) or the river. It was well kept with larger oak trees and an artificial waterfall in the middle of the main round-a-bout that had the estates' name sprawled across it in elegant writing across it.

It was perfect.

Peaceful surrounded by no one that could give him grief, he got to do his own thing.

Eli however hated living alone. Nearly always being a halfway house for stray cats and even lonely elderly ladies who's 'grandkids never came to visit anymore', Eli made up for the soft side I never had. He knew how 'feelings' and stuff worked, and always knew what to say when you were stuck in a situation that was hard to get out of.

Stopping outside the Spanish-styled apartment, I felt home.

Staying here for long periods of time after my new 'dad' came onto the scene, this felt like sanctum. This was the one place I could gather my thoughts with the help of someone who actually gave a shit.

Jumping onto the balcony of his apartment I could hear the theme-song of Friends on full bawl, the burgundy curtains tightly shut, with only the light the TV emanated flickering on and off as the scenes did.

Great! At least I wouldn't wake him... I thought pleased, knowing that I didn't have to wait for him to become responsive, before I could talk to him.

My hands were trembling again and my heart pounding, as the images of only hours before flooded my mind.

Bursting through the French doors Eli jumped out of his seat, letting out a rather girlish squeal, as he threw the bowl of skittles he had on his lap up into the air. Sheltering himself with a large fluffy couch pillow, I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

The look on his boyish face was priceless.

Recognising my mocking laughter he retreated back out from underneath what look like what once could have been a polar bear.

"God Almighty! Are you blooming mad!?” Eli spat a little pissed off, slapping his hand over his heart dramatically.

I didn't have the strength to explain myself, I was tired, gutted and had no idea what to do. Seeing my puffy eyes and now serious expression he jumped off the couch, his eyes questioning.