Nonsense

Cinderella

Unfortunately, I do not own Disney, please don't sue me.

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The clock reads 3:22 and my phone is still rumbling with texts. I've been ignoring her all break, and it's wearing me down. September has been off and on with the silent treatment, and it seems she's given it up.

Ellie, please respond.

I know you're awake, man.

C'mon.

Tell me, why were you with him in the library?

How are you, really?

Ellie, please. I know you better than you know yourself.

She's wrong. How can she claim to know me so well when I don't even know myself? I change constantly; I have no idea how she could say that.

I know you can see these. Please.

I snatch the phone and type out a quick reply, terse and short.

Please let me sleep, September. It's the weekend.

I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I hate to be like this, but I don't want to talk about him anymore. I can't. I've already told you so much, September. Too much.

If I had known that she was going to transfer here, I never would have told her so much. But, I guess I figured that I'd never actually see her. I mean, can you blame me? She lived in another country, for gods sake. When she arrived here, I had to desperately cling to a fake smile and hope she wasn't as intuitive in person as she was over text. I met her in the comments section of one of her YouTube videos, and we just clicked, I suppose. We exchanged numbers and she began to relate to me her deepest thoughts in the middle of the night, and I was always awake to listen. I was the first one that she ran to when things with her parents got bad. I was there when they divorced. I opened up to her and told her all my darkest feelings. But I never thought her mother would up and move to Florida with September. I guess I was wrong, though. We were so close in that damn library. So close and she had to freak out. I appreciate her care for me, really, but I can't help but feel a bit frustrated. She knows almost everything about me. I once texted her until my fingers ached and the morning sunshine urged me to go to sleep. I guess I couldn't have expected her to understand, since she's never dated anyone. How presumptuous of me. I receive another text.

How could you sit there so calmly when he did that to you? If I were you-

I don't read any more. It was then that my heart began to pound furiously. No, September. My throat closes up and I can't look at the words she types. I can't read those words again. Why doesn't anyone get it? They are always quick to blame him, quick to run to my defense. They don't get it. Why can't they see that this misery is mostly of my own doing? It's not his fault, but my friends can't seem to accept the fact their precious little Ellie caused so much pain. I was the one who didn't try hard enough, I was the coward. I screwed it up. My phone drops to the floor beside my bed and I aggressively turn over, effectively cocooning myself in the covers. I refuse to cry right now. The phone's buzzes lulls me to sleep as the moon continues its lazy descent through the night sky.

。。。

A trembling haze obscures my view. Black rings the edges of my vision, but I don't feel alarmed in any way. In fact, I am calm. I can't feel my body, I can't feel anything but tranquility. Another body slowly enters my field of view. The figure walks upon a solid floor, though the white around us is indefinite. Suddenly I am standing upright, facing the figure. It halts a few feet away from me. It just... stands there. The person cocks its head at me. I can feel my mouth opening and closing, but my vocal cords refuse to produce any sound. The thing begins to move closer.
Come on muscles, won't you move?