Sincerely, yours. - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still November 22nd

 

 

It was 12:26pm when Mrs. Clarke trampled through the door, throwing off her shoes and slipping off her coat, tossing it on the loveseat where I had resided that morning, downing bottles of Scotch. Me and Sara had disposed of the bottles hours ago, and I was currently consuming cups of coffee to clear my head. Sara was asleep on the couch.

“Thank you so much Elizabeth.” was the first thing she said when she appeared in the doorway.

“Anytime.” I paused, “your husband is still out, maybe you should call to see if he’s alright.” I offered considering he had been out about twelve hours longer than he said. I placed my hands down on the table, taking another sip of coffee, with a small smile, trying to ignore the thudding of my brain.

She shook her head, “no no. He’s probably out at the bar.” she rolled her eyes, “nothing unusual.” with a annoyed sigh, she turned and left the kitchen.

I gulped, pouring the last bit of coffee from the coffee pot into my cup. I stood up, taking the pot to the sink and swirled a sip of coffee around my mouth, quickly popping an Advil in with the hot liquid.

She trailed back into the room, and yawned, laying down her keys and wallet on the oak table.

“How was she?” she whispered, which I didn’t have an idea why she was whispering, but I went along with it.

“She was alright, a bit reluctant at the start. But---” I stopped trying to find a word to describe the events of the day, “improving.” I settled on.

She nodded, carefully, swallowing an Advil matching the one I had just took, and gulping it down dryly.

“Has she told you before---” pause, “anything about her being uhm---” another pause, “suicidal.” she choked on the last word, turning her eyes away from me.

“No,” I shook my head, “I’m afraid this is just as much news to me, as it is to you.” I said, running my long fingers through my russet-toned hair.

“Elizabeth,” Mrs. Clarke started, “she was never like this, she was always so happy. Though I started seeing changes months ago, I disputed it settling on the fact that she must be stressed about her first year in college, or maybe just tired or cranky. I never thought it could be like this.” a tear made it’s way down her cheek, and then more started to flow.

“I know, I know.” I soothed her, placing my hand on hers.

“I had no idea either. She was always so cheery.” I shook my head, remembering all of the times Sara had spent her days smiling, forgetting the world to have a laugh. I almost wanted to ask what changed, a couple months ago, but Mrs. Clarke answered that before I could start.