Supernova

I love you, I love you not

Date: June 11, 2067

Time: 9:02 pm

Subject: I love you, I love you not

----Chase----

I stood around my humble cave re-reading, re-reading, and re-reading, Elijah’s notes. My brain pinpointed some mindless Outcomes in the distance and more buzzards. This was the most secluded place ever and rather relaxing. He heard outcomes communicating in the distance through the sound waves he saw in the air. They were to far away to hear clearly, but he wouldn’t have understood clearly anyways. All Outcomes do is moan and groan through there spongy rotten traps. I blew some hair away from my face. It was longer than most people would prefer on boys but I was too lazy to cut it. I hadn’t eaten all day because I ate my last can of nutrients. It should last me for the week anyways. If I did get hungry it would be un-likely because my body was too composed of feelings at the moment and my brain was not sending enough hunger waves to the body. Nutrients last up to five days anyways before hunger brews back in your stomach.

Tomorrow I was off to New York. I had planned to go earlier but my bi-polar disorder had gotten the best of me that day. I was so convinced I hated Elijah, but I don’t, not at all, not even a little bit. I love her. I want her to be mine again. No Ezekial, no problems. Right? All the outcomes seemed to say yes, unless Elijah decided she really truly was through with me, which seemed very unlikely since I clearly remember her telling me she hated being alone. It only seems obvious that if it was just me and her there would be no one else, making her feel like she needed to be with me. Then, if she wasn’t sure at first she would quickly and surely fall in love all over again. I think she loved me before, so that is why I said again. Heck no, she never loved me. Of course she had to! Why else would she take time out of her day to write these? Obviously, because she loved writing and got bored. I smacked myself so I would stop over thinking. I sighed. I wanted to sing, but being gothic meant I was to cool to sing I think. I wanted to sing a song that reminded me of Elijah, and I couldn’t wait to be with her again. Suddenly the sound waves in the air that I saw through my radioactive vision twitched and the Outcomes voices came in clearly. They clearly weren’t Outcomes at all. They were humans, survivors of the apocalypse! I smiled wide and listened to them. Alright, there were two boys maybe three. I wasn’t sure if the higher pitched voice was a boy or a girl. There was for sure one girl there. I wondered if she had been kidnapped by a gang and was being there toy. I listened more and clearly they were all friends. I wished I had friends. Soon I wouldn’t need friends, all I would need was Elijah to be with me forever, then once this whole disaster cleared we could have an official wedding ceremony with whoever survived the apocalypse out of her family and I would be a rich neuron scientist or a rocket scientist. We would live happily ever after like in all those fairy tales that gothic kids like me shouldn’t compare relationships to, but I couldn’t help it, I was just so excited to see her beautiful face again. I continued listening to these survivors. It didn’t take me long to realize they were heading towards my cave.

I knew the jealous guy wouldn’t notice it first because it was clear to me he was trying to make as least amount of eye contact with the others as possible to hide his jealousy. About a minute later the jealous guy pointed the cave out and the girl announced she had tents. After that I just heard there feet crunching on the sandy debris beneath there shoes. I began to stand up and walk to the entrance of the cave to tell them it was already occupied, but if they wished they could stay there for the night because I was leaving in the morning. As I reached the front of the cave the three boys were inside looking around, but the girl was still outside of it. She looked familiar. I rubbed my eyes and then looked again. It was Elijah, and those boys were Ezekial, Griffin, and Akemi. Rage broke through my brain like an un-sturdy dam in a flowing river. I gritted my teeth. Griffin was the boy who always flirted with Elijah while we were together and it drove me crazy, and last but not least, Akemi, the boy who Elijah liked after we broke up, but never actually dated. All tied into our relationship, all who I hated. All I could say was, “This cave is occupied, but I’m leaving tomorrow morning if you want to stay.” Then I turned around and walked to the back of the cave.

I punched a wall and grunted. It echoed through the cave. I heard footsteps walking towards me. It was Elijah. They were light and nervous plus my mapping skills told me. “Look, I know you hate me, and hate my friends, just we’ve been walking all night and…” I cut her off.

“I know you have been travelling for miles. I do not hate you; I hate your friends, yes of course. You can stay for tonight. I want you all gone in the morning. Goodnight.” I spoke curtly and quickly then turning around. I wanted to say more. I could feel her standing there.

“You don’t hate me?” Elijah asked astounded as she let out a slight laugh.

“No, I do not. In fact I was hoping I would find you out here eventually. I am tracing your inner body language though and sense that this was not a mutual emotion.” I replied moving my thumbs not daring to turn back around.

“No, it was not and I have no clue why you would want to find me. We ended that mistake a long, long time ago. I have no clue why I even did it.” She calmly said. Her words cut like a razor blade of ice down my spine. My heart sank to my stomach. I had to much pride to tell her what I wanted to say.

“I had done everything for you, and you gave me nothing in return. You have fun with your little booty calls back there, because it just proves you’re a whore you could never keep a steady relationship going.” I replied using as much slang as I could stand so I could possibly get my fake point through. I knew good and well she was no whore. She would never let me do anything. She was a prude woman. I was willing to deal with that though. I knew her eyes were wide in disbelief.

“See, this is why we ended. You’re a sick freak who is nothing, but jealous.” She spat turning her heals and walking away. I heard her conversing with them, telling them everything I had just said. Griffin asked if he could go back and fight me so did Akemi. Ezekial said I should have gotten over her by now. I know I should have, but she was the love of my life! Something he would never understand. I was the right man for her, not him. I knew if they came back to fight me, I could easily fight them off. I was a ten year soccer player. I had calves of steel and the mathematics would load all the possible outcomes instantly. There were so many mistakes in my life I made, but at least I was mostly honest through them. Calling her a whore was just a defense mechanism. I would apologize later after the others had fallen asleep. Hearing her breathing on the lower sound wave in the air of physics I saw, I could tell she was wide awake and had no intention of sleeping for awhile. I sighed as I laid on the cold cave floor wishing, wanting, anything to happen so Ezekial and Griffin would take there arms from around her back.