Breaking Slowly // h.s. au

Chapter Thirty Five

Chapter Thirty Four

*Elsie*

Songs-

I Will Be There- Odessa

Do You Realize- The Flaming Lips

Thousand Miles- Tove Love

The wind blew against my cheeks as my hand hung out of the car window. The breeze from the late afternoon cools the exposed skin as I sit in the back seat of Ashton's car. The day passed quickly. Ashton picked us up from Parkston High and we immediately went back to the house. I didn't smoke. I kept my promise to Harry.

I was a good little girl and stuck to my cup of water and my meaningless conversations with a half -witted skater named Skate... fucking original. I didn't have Clyde to try and help me blow smoke rings.

I tried to stick to Violet and Ashton but they looked like they were about to start fucking right there on the bar stools in the kitchen so instead I stuck to walking around aimlessly hoping to get a text from Harry saying that he missed me.

I was pathetic.

As usual.

Just another reason to thank god that I am not sticking around much longer.

Now I sound morbid....

Great. Just like always.

So now I'm sitting in the back of Ashton's car with my hand dancing in the breeze as we drive to a club or party or something... I wasn't really paying attention. The air was cool yet it grew steadily warmer as we went farther into the city.

"Hey Wrenn you alright?" Violet laughs from the front. I can see Ashton smiling along with her.

"Dandy." I mumble closing my eyes and leaning my head back, "Truly swell."

"You look like you're thinking. You have your thinking face on and it's dangerous." She comments narrowing her eyes at me through the mirror.

"It's nothing bad- I'm just thinking." I shrug. My words hold truth even though everything is a blur at the moment, "Normal thoughts." I assure releasing a breathy laugh after the words fell from my lips.

Who knows, maybe things will change for the better.

We can finally be happy... possibly... no... alright...

*****

My alarm clock sends an unwanted shock of electricity through me. The same sound I've listened to every morning for around four months makes me shake in the cocoon of blankets that has formed over my freezing body.

Last night Ashton dropped me at home and I just slithered up the stairs into my bedroom.

No dinner.

I don't exactly eat much at all. I like food of course I mean who doesn't. But it slows me down. Plus all I want to do is sleep.

I drew for a few hours and poured my heart out on those blank pages but I just couldn't find my usual push. I just stared at the page for a long time until my heart decided to spill its guts.

My head is pounding as I slide out from under the covers, my pulse rocketing through my ears. Today I'm going to have to deal with the repercussions of not going to any classes yesterday. Fucking great.