Falling For You

~Memories~

Estelle P.O.V

I clutch the cold metal necklace and weep until I can no longer breathe. The pain that I have kept locked away for so long has finally broken free. My cries echo around the vacant room that holds an empty dresser and a twin bed.

My brothers face flashes in my face. I recall my last words to him.

Flash Back

I stand up and whoop as my brother scores the winning goal five seconds before the last half. "Go Eli! WOOOOOOOO!" I grin from ear to ear as my brother pumps his fist in the air. "He's so full of life and happy it's almost ridiculous." I think to myself as I wait for everyone to exit the field, ready to congratulate my twin.

I stand by the gate and my brother looks up at me with a sad expression that quickly disappears and is replaced with a bright smile. I open my arms wide and give him a a squeeze before letting him go.

"You were so good out there Eli! You'll definitely be accepted into that big fancy school with those skills!" It was true, he's always been good at playing soccer. "Are you riding home with me? We can stop by and get some food before going back home."

"No, I think I'm going to go to the party with the rest of the guys." He replies.

"Party? Can I come with you?!"

"Um, no! It's just that...it's only for us guys and stuff and it's supposed to be a going away party for Joey." he say's a little too quickly.

"Okay then. Have a good time, love you" I punch his arm playfully and give him a kiss on the cheek before he can reject it.

End of Flash Back

He was supposed to come back that night, but he didn't. I remember calling him over and over again before finally telling myself that he was still at the party, probably too drunk to come back home and decided to just crash there. But in my head I knew something was wrong.

I remember waking up at seven in the morning, opening the door to find two police officers with grim expressions. In that moment I knew he wouldn't be coming back home. I should have done something, when I saw his expression on the field I should have demanded what was wrong with him.

And maybe, just maybe, he could be asleep in this bedroom, snoring in his annoying yet cute way.

My tears are dry on my face as the sun rays peek through the thin curtains, alerting me it's time to get ready for the first day of school. What comes after school, I have no clue. But silence is the best thing I can think of at the moment.

I glance at the time and see that it's five thirty in the morning. "Shit" I grab a towel and run into the bathroom to take a ten minute shower.

After I exit the shower I comb my curls and let them air dry. My outfit consist of, a light green plaid button down, light wash skinny jeans, and my Canfora Masha sandals.

I let my fingers slide against my brothers picture before opening the front door. The sun momentarily blinds me before I slide my aviators over my eyes. I jump into my red jeep and start the ignition. By now my hair has dried and I can feel some of my hair stick to my neck as sweat forms.

I pull into the schools parking lot and haul my back pack over my shoulder as I make my way up the steps and into the fake school. Cheerleade'rs sit in on corner huddled together, with the 'nerds' only feet away. This is literally the most stereotypical school every in history.

I make my way to the administration office to get my schedule. When I arrive there is no one in else in the room, saving me time. I talk to the nice lady and chat with her about my summer for a few minutes before I hear a loud boy clear his throat behind me and shout out rude words. I grab the paper from Mrs.Yipper and turn around, ready to shoot daggers at the rude boy.

I almost stop in my tracks when I see his face but, the stronger part of me is too proud to admit that I find this boy attractive. I could stare at his eyes for days.

He also looks familiar and guessing from his expression he thinks the same. Oh,no. It's not him, is it. No. The boy I used to know didn't have tattoos and piercings. He didn't wear leather jackets and reek of smoke. His eyes didn't hold so much sorrow and guilt in them.

But then again, I wasn't always like this either. After Elijah's death, I changed. I never hung out with my friends anymore, I hardly picked up a fork and ate. I push past the new Jonah and head to my next class, disposing my thoughts for now.

A/N: Hai!!!! This is Jaidyn, writing this chapter and I hope you all like the three updates in one day! Have a good day/night. Bye!!!!!!

xoxo~ Jaidyn ^_^