Chapter twelve | Magnet

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I rolled out of bed on Sunday morning and pull my phone out while putting my hair in a pony tail.

"Ben." I say into my phone.

"Hey, sorry I haven't been over in a while." He says quietly.

"It's... Okay. I just wish you'd tell me why." I admit.

"If I told you it would only make your life worse." He says.

I sigh and walk down stairs with the phone still to my ear.

"You know I'm here." I say.

"Yes, I know." He says. 

"Bye Ben." I say. I wanted to say I love him, but I can't. As a friend of course.

"Bye Em." He replies then hangs up.

I hang up and walk out the front door, my aunt was already gone for work. As I walk down the steps I get into the car and drive away. I didn't know where he lived but hopefully somewhere descent. I wanted to go do something but I knew that most of me didn't even know what. I just had to get my mind off of Ben and... life.

When I pull into the restaurant I get out and the waitress smiles at me.

"Welcome." She says.

I smile and nod before sitting at a table. The girl quickly walks over and stands before me.

"What can I get you today?" She asks.

"A water and some fries." I say. I'm not that hungry.

"Okay, it'll be a few minutes." She says walking away.

I lean back in the seat and close my eyes while sighing. 

"Emily?" I hear a voice call.

I open my eyes to my aunt standing in front of me.

"What?" I question, "I thought you were at work."

"Well, I'm here, What are you doing here?" She asks.

"Getting my mind off of things." I say.

"Off of Ben." She corrects me.

I roll my eyes and sigh, "I'm just hungry." I lie.

She takes a seat in front of me and stares at me. Just then the waitress sits the fries I ordered in front of me. Of course, I just told my aunt I wasn't hungry. I give the waitress an unearned glare before looking back at me aunt.

"Hungry." She quotes.

"I..." 

"It's Ben, I know, but he'll be okay." My aunt assures me. 

"How do you know?" I ask.

She looks down, "He's strong." 

I nod and eat a fry, "How long have you known Ben?" 

"About five years." She sighs.

"Wow." A part of me isn't shocked, she's a big people person.

"Yeah, I know him well, so just know he'll be fine." She says.

I stand and begin to walk away, "Where are you going?"

"I'm... going home." I say.

"Take your fries." She says placing them in my hand.

"Thanks." I laugh and walk to my car.

When it gets a bit later I head up to my room and lock my door. Even though my aunt made me believe that he'd be okay, I'm still worried. My phone dinged in my pocket.

"Hey?" I question.

"Hey, how're you?" Ben asks.

"Good, you?" I ask.

"Fine." He says.

I take a deep breath and stay quiet.

"I'll be better soon." He says.

"I miss you." I admit. I've never really missed anyone, this was a new feeling.

"I... I miss you so much." He confesses. 

"I..."

"What?" He asks.

"I didn't think you would." I admit.

He laughs a little, "It'd be impossible not to miss you." 

"Not for my mom." I  say sadly.

"It's your mom's loss." He says making me smile.

"When can I see you?" I ask.

"Hopefully soon." He says.

I hear a deep voice in the background that sounds like yelling. 

"Okay!" I hear Ben yell, "I'm sorry Em, I have to go." 

"Bye." I say then he hangs up. 

Sighing I change into some sweats and a bra. Laying in bed I hear the front door close and footsteps down the hallway.

"Hey, honey?" I hear my aunt.

I see the door creak open letting a sliver of light come in.

"Yeah?" I ask with a raspy voice.

"Are you okay?" She gives my a sincere smile.

"Yeah, just worried." I grumble, "I hate having feelings."

"It's what happens when you have friends Emily." She says.

"Emma." I correct.

"Good night." She says closing the door.

My eyes begin to water. It's an other thing, having depression is not fun. Sometimes waves of emotions hit me and I begin to cry. My reasons vary, this was just anxiety. I was worried about Ben and what was happening with his dad. Something leaves me wanting him, just to be around him again. It hasn't even been too long, just a few weeks, but it's long enough. 

"Wake up!" 

I roll over and see my aunt standing in my doorway. Groaning, I sit up and squint around the room.

"Get ready for school." She says before closing my door.

I didn't want to. It's simple, actually. I couldn't.

It was like a magnet pulling me down, one thousand pounds set on my shoulders. I hated these days, it was most of them. Pulling myself off of my bed I stand and begin to get ready for school, it's going to be a long day. 


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