Meet Raven, A 17 year old girl with Raven black hair.
Alone and living a horrifying life with a drug addict as a mother
but when she decides to end it. Fate makes her cross paths with a boy named Elijah,
And life isn't fair to him either but he mak...
I blink my eyes many times, just to make sure that it is Elijah standing next to Lauren, I didn't want to believe it. I trusted Elijah with my life. Maybe I should get hurt by this truth for not following my instincts.
I look down and start to walk away from there. The hope Elijah gave me, he took it away in just a moment and I realize that I am alone. I don't know what to do anymore. How can someone lie to sincerely, all his lies felt like the truth. He felt like the only person to care about me and yet again, the people who care about me always end up hurting me.
I feel my eyes getting wet. No, I wont cry. Not over some douche bag who just helped me for his pleasure. Yes, I hate elij-
"hey, did you reach safely?" what was I going I to say. I see Elijah walking next to me, he noticed me? even though he was with Lauren. I look at him with confusion visible in my eyes. He reacts to my confusion with another question "um, what's wrong raven?" I want to slap him. I want to scream at him for playing with me. How can someone be so heartless? How can someone so handsome be so cruel?
"are you okay? Raven" he asks again this time his eyes carrying a little worry. Just like before when I was having a nightmare. I don't want to see his face and to get rid of him, I must lie to him because its one of my perks.
"I am okay, Elijah" I answer him as I look in his eyes, trying to make sure that he believes my lie. He looks at me with concern and say "why are you lying to me?" what the actual hell? How did he know?
"The look in your eyes gave you away" he answers my unasked question. I am speechless, I wanted to get rid of him and now he knows that I'm lying. Now, I want to get rid of this situation.
We are having this conversation in the bright corridors of our high school. The place everyone is visible and invisible at the same time. Because the students here don't have the time to look at other students, except bullies. They eye their prey for months before attacking. and when they attack, no one else cares because they all secretly thank the lord that its not them.
I feel Elijah's fingers intertwining with mine. I try to pull back my hand, but his grip got stronger. He starts to walk away from there. And the thing no one thought can happen, happened.
Everyone looked up from their phones and saw me holding Elijah's hand. Something I did not want to happen. I can hear the whispers about why he is holding my hand? who am I to him? and how they have never seen him hold someone's hand. And surprisingly, I'm asking those questions too. Elijah walks away from the murmurs in the corridors and takes me outside.
It's a bright sunny day. Its been a while since I have noticed the sun. I look up at Elijah and it's something I can't look away from. I realize that he changed his clothes from black shirt to a white and blue velvety jacket. The sun is making him look like a vampire because the way his skin is glowing is astonishing. Why do I keep appreciating this creation of god? And yet how can god create someone so fascinating as him?
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"answer me honestly, what's wrong" he says, still holding my hand. His fingers are so soft and smooth. It feels like vanilla. I don't know how but it feels like it.
"um... i.. well Lauren" I reply with one word hoping that he'd understand and I will not need to embarrass myself anymore.
"Lauren who?... Lauren row?" he asks to confirm if that's the person I was talking about and I nod my head in response.
"what about her?" he asks with an alarming tone. I don't know how to put she bullies the hell out of me in simple words. Because I can see that he does not know that. I try to explain it simply by saying " she's not a nice person"
He looks at me like he doesn't believe me and says, "what do you mean by that?" I am not going to answer that. I look away, trying to show him that this conversation is leading nowhere. "you can tell me everything. raven "he says while tilting his head a little to look in my eyes. When I didn't respond. "look don't worry, Lauren is just a friend of mine, we hung out a few times. I don't know what you meant by that, but you don't have to worry about anything." He says these sentences with care and pulls back his hand. The second his hand left mine, my skin started to miss the feeling of something soft wrapped around them.
These word still can't make me believe that Lauren is not planning something to hurt me. So in a split second, I decide to tell him what she did to me " she bullies me...... a lot" Elijah looks at me, shock noticeable in his eyes. "anyone related to her cant be nice, like you are. Tell me Elijah, tell me honestly, you're not going to hurt me, right?" because I trusted you? Are you going to break it like everyone else?"
I say all my concerns in one go and I start to cry. I put my hands on my face and fall on my knees. I can't take it anymore. I can't take him breaking my trust. I am not a bad person. Why is this happening to me? why am I being punished? I start to sob like a little child who lost her favorite teddy bear when I feel Elijah's strong arms wrap around me in a hug. "I told you yesterday, I'm not letting you cry again." He says softly, so softly that its hard to hear him. "I am not like her. Thank you for letting me know and trusting me" he's not planning on hurting me. This is not Lauren's plan. Something about that realization makes me happy. He's not everyone else.
"I won't hurt you, I promise" as he says that I feel something wrap around my pinky finger. Its his pinky finger. "pinky promise and I cross my heart and swear to die" I look up at him, he also has tears in his eyes. I am unable to say anything to him. I start to get up, leaving his arms when suddenly his arms got stronger and held me down. He buries his head in my back and says
"just a little more, please".
His words shook me, but I ended up nodding response. His arms feel safe. I don't mind staying like this for a long time.
