the boy who was afraid of the dark

sunday 11:34 pm, lucas

he had slept all day yesterday and today. i could barely get him to eat, and taking his pills was a hassle.
he didn't want to talk, or wake up, or get out of bed.

but lucille left me a note. she told me that this would happen.
but she also told me that she was happy for me and eliott, and that she hopes things work out between the two of us.

i figured eliott would like seeing that once he wakes up. if he ever wakes up.

no one has told me yet exactly what's wrong, but i have my fair suspicions. i mean, there's a pill bottle here, so...
i'm still gonna act like i have no idea when eliott wakes up, though. because then he gets to tell me himself in his own mind.

  i spent most of the day at his side, cuddled up or just sitting and getting work done.
  when it was clear he wasn't gonna wake up and there was nothing left for me to do other than watch him, i went out into the colloc.

  manon and emma sat cuddled up on the couch, with mika and lisa on the floor next to them. they were staring at the screen, which played bohemian rhapsody.

  "i love this movie." i commented as i plopped onto the couch on the opposite side from manon and emma.

  all four of them looked up at me in surprise, they just kept staring.
  "what?" i asked.

  "how's eliott?" mika didn't waste any time.

  how IS eliott? how do i answer that question? i decided to just shrug.

  mika nodded in understanding.

  there was a comfortable silence as everyone watched me watch the tv.

  "what's been going on in the outside world? i haven't checked my phone other than eliott's parents all weekend." i finally spoke.

  emma sighed, "i'm not so sure you wanna know, lulu."

  well, okay. like that was gonna make me any less curious.
  "emma, now you literally need to tell
me everything." i stared at her. 

  she glanced at manon, who looked uncomfortable.

  "well," emma sighed again. "there are...rumours. someone saw you take eliott home so they know he's back, and i'll just say that people are NOT happy. people are making all this shit up about drugs and rage and anger issues and shit. they're turning eliott into a teenage french villian. some have also started floating around about you and him. i've tried to calm all of them down, by my word only means so much."

  eliott? a villian?
  wow, original. people just want drama. they don't know what to do with themselves now that there's been a fight featuring their favorite jock. no one thinks. no one thinks before speaking, doing, anything.
  and now eliott has to pay. i know he won't care, but i do.

  "great," i rubbed my eyes. "that's just fucking great."

  emma opened her mouth to speak, but i no longer felt like sitting there and talking to them.
  i stood back up and walked to my room, closing the door and plopping down onto the bed next to eliott.

  ughhhhhhhhh