Story of My Life

Tears and Sleep

Sam's POV

"Hmf. No. I don't wanna go to the zoo. Mom? Oh hey mommy why'd you leave me? Mom? Mom come back!" I heard Eliza mumble in her sleep.

"Shhh... Eliza, wake up. It's just a dream. Wake up." I gently spoke trying to wake her up.

"No. Mommy please. Don't leave me. No!"

And with that, she woke up breathing heavily. As soon as she turned to me she immediately started bawling her eyes out.

"I dreamt she was still here."

"I know. It'll be okay."

"It felt so real. And then.... and then she... sh..e was gone and it was like I was six all over again." She spoke between sobs.

"Hey, you're okay. Everything's going to be okay. Relax you're safe. I'm not going anywhere, Liza. Like it or not, you're stuck with me." I spoke gently as I held her in my arms rocking her back and forth as she slowly, but surely began falling asleep

~~~Two Hours Later~~~

It was now almost 7 and she hasn't eaten anything all day, seeing as most of the day was spent in tears and sleep. So, I figured I'd wake her up seeing as she didn't seem like she was planning on doing so anytime soon.

"Eliza... Eliza, wake up," I said as I gently tried to wake her up. If there's one thing I've learned in the last six months is that Eliza Rosewood is not your friend if you wake her up in a bad mood. I learned that one when I woke her up by dumping water on her. She wouldn't speak to me for an entire week.

"Eliza time to get up. You gotta eat something."

"Hmmph... No, leave me alone," she mumbled, still half asleep.

"Eliza Rosewood, don't make me dump water on you again," I threatened. She's already going to hate me for making her eat so what's one more thing?

"Do it. I dare you Sam Green," she said sitting up looking me dead in the eye.

"On second thought, I think I lost the bucket."

"That's what I thought."

"So what's up?" she asked sitting upright on the bed.

"Come on we gotta eat you haven't eaten all day," I said as I dragged her over to the kitchen.

"But I'm not hungry," she whined. Oh boy here we go again, I thought to myself.

"I know you're not but you still need to eat."

"No, I don't. I'm an adult. I know how to handle myself," she spoke, frustration clear in her voice, as she stomped her foot on the ground like a child.

"I know you can handle yourself. I never said you couldn't. But I also know that what you're doing to yourself is neither safe nor healthy and that you're not going to do this by yourself if I leave you to it," I replied as calmly as possible.

"Gosh Sam. When are you going to stop treating me like I'm a fucking child? I'm 24 I think I know how to take care of myself. I've done it my whole life so stop trying to be the person who gives a damn because you and I both know it's not true!" She yelled. Well, that was a little harsh. Since when does she swear?

"Hey! First of all, what the hell happened to no swearing? Secondly, you and I both know that's not true Eliza. Of course, I care about you. If I didn't I wouldn't be spending all my fucking time here. I wouldn't bother hanging out with you if I didn't care, Eliza! When are you going to get that through your head? God, I've been trying to tell you that for the past six months dammit." I spoke raising my tone as the conversation escalated.

"Get out," she quickly spoke.

"What? Why?"

"You heard me, Sam. Get the fuck out of my house! And leave the spare key!"

"Fine. Sorry for caring. Sorry for not wanting to just sit around while you slowly destroy yourself, Eliza. But you're right. Who cares anyway? It's not like I spent the last few months trying to get through to you so you'll let me in or anything. Gosh, Eliza do you not realize that not everyone in this world is out to get you. People have their own lives to worry about and when they make their way into your life and stick around it means they care. You can't keep pushing me away forever Eliza. Because no matter what, you're stuck with me." I spoke before listening to her for once and leaving, tossing the spare key into the key bowl, and heading to my mother's place across the road.

"Hi sweetie how was your day?"

"I've had better."

"Did something happen between you and Eliza?"

"Yeah. I don't know what to do anymore. It's like the more she lets me in, the harder she pushes me away when things get hard."

"Why do you say that, what happened?"

"She started self-harming again. Today was the day her mom died so I guess that triggered something. Anyway, I took care of her, she mostly just slept and cried all day. She hasn't been eating either, and since she didn't eat anything, I told her I wasn't going anywhere until she ate. Then she went on about how she's old enough to handle herself and how she doesn't need anyone caring for her, and when I told her I cared about her, she got mad and told me to leave."

"So why'd you leave? I thought you said you'd never leave no matter how much she pushes you away."

"So did I, but she made me leave the spare key to her place to. I left to avoid saying something inconsiderate and out of line."

"Okay then. Well, I think you should talk with her. But before you do, I think I need to have a word with her tomorrow when she comes in for work."

"Okay. Thanks, mom. I'm going to head off to bed now"

"Okay. Good night. Love you."

"Love ya too ma goodnight." And with that I went off to bed, hoping everything works out.