Elenora's Flower

Chapter 4

I try to clear my mind as my last two periods go by, not seeing Terrance for the rest of the day.

He's so... different. I don't even know how to express it. He didn't care what people said about me or Will's death. I'm sure he has some sort of ulterior motive.

I sigh, my stomach twisting in nervous knots as I walk home. What would be waiting for me? I knew for a fact my mother had the suicide note because of her restlessness and nervous attitude this morning before school.

My mind wandered, thinking about what it would say. Part of me thinks maybe his mom posted that it was my fault and that was where all the rumors started. Because they were true?

Despite my nervousness, I rush back home and see my mom waiting for me at the kitchen counter, holding an envelope in her hands.

I swallow the lump in my throat and open the door, walking in. My mom looks up.

"Oh, hi honey." She says plainly. I get straight to the point.

"Is that the suicide note?" Ask, my voice wavering a little. She nods, handing me the envelope. To Elenora, my flower.

I feel a sick feeling in my stomach. "This one was addressed to you specifically and only. No one has read it." She says.

I walk quickly up to my room and lock the door behind me.

I sit on my bed and slowly open he cream envelope, pulling an old looking piece of paper with Will's scratchy handwriting consisting of a short paragraph.

I take a deep breath.

The worst kind of sad is not being able to explain why. This note is meant for Ellie, no one else. I understand you'll be sad, but I was not the person you think I was. Something's wrong with me and I can't explain why. There's that word again. You'll be asking that word a lot after I'm gone. Don't bother looking for a answer, because I don't even know myself. It's a horrible world in the way that we treat each other. We are always told and taught about death; about how horrible it is. I don't see it. Death is everywhere and it's making me insane. I crave it. I know you can't feel the death, Ellie, but that doesn't stop me from what I'm going to do. Part of me hopes it'll work and I don't have to be surrounded by the misery of life. Part of me knows I wont survive tonight. Death plagues us and I will finally get my vengeance. I hope they all die. If only they knew the truth behind death, they'd be craving it. It's coming soon, I hope you'll be waiting happily for it. The massacre is waiting for your command, my flower.

I choke back a sob at how horrid this sounds. Death? He's killing people? What massacre? I'm so confused and filled with dread. He was definitely insane. There's no way that's true!

I need to tell someone.... God, what if it is true? There's no way, Is there? But if I left it alone and it was true...
People could die.
I feel so conflicted, not knowing what to think.

I feel stupid, but I do the first thing my Brain thinks off.

Ellie: Hey, can we talk?

A wait for a few moments for his reply and it comes surprisingly soon.

Terrance: Yeah, sure. What about?

I hesitated, wondering if I should really tell someone. I couldn't tell my mom, she was worried enough as it is. I didn't need her thinking I was crazy too.
He'd been nice to me the times I met him, and I feel a strange sense of safe trust when I was around him. I hoped he would understand I wasn't crazy.

Ellie: It's about Will's suicide. Is there anywhere we can meet to talk in person?

I don't even know if he was able to go tonight or if it would be weird going somewhere with him alone. I had certainly grown not to trust men after what Will did to me, but he had been so gentle earlier that I don't think he would hurt me.
Buzz.

Terrance: Sure, how about the park? I can pick you up if need.

I think about it for a second, looking out the window. It was still light out and wouldn't get dark for a few more hours. I just needed to talk for few moments anyways.

Ellie: Yeah, that sounds good. Here's my address: (Address)

He replied almost immediately after I sent it to him.

Terrance: Great. Be there in 10.

I take a deep breath and straighten my hair, slipping my shoes back on.
I walk down stairs and shove the letter and envelope in my hoodie pocket. My mother glanced up from her book at the couch.
"Hey honey, are you going somewhere?" She asks and I wonder if I should tell the truth or not.
"Yeah, I'm just going to hang with a friend for a few hours." Wasn't a total lie.
She frowns, "Ok. Be careful and be back before eight."
I give her a nod of understanding and sit by the window, waiting.
About five minuets later, Terrence pulls up and I give my mother a quick wave, nervously walking out to his car.

Could I really trust him? I guess I'll find out tonight.