Ellarie Mayflower. Highschool senior with a bright future but a dark past. She keeps to herself because of her fear of hurting anyone else.
Will anyone notice her and care enough to save her?
Will she be able to run away from this preventing lifes...
Song Recommendation: I Can't Carry This Anymore by Anson Seabra
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I zoned out during lunch while thinking of my mother. I didn't realize I was crying until Daniel put his arms on my shoulders.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
I stared at him. What do I say? What do I do? He took the book I was reading out of my hands and set it aside. He held my hands continuing to stare deep in my eyes.
His hands were rough but comforting. His scent...an evergreen forest you just want to venture into and get lost in.
I was snapped out of my thoughts again.
"Ellarie, talk to me." Why does he sound so concerned? I'm surprised he even knows my name. I need to get out of here.
I pushed his hands away, grabbed my things, and ran as fast as I could to the library. The tears continued to run down my face as I ran. I ran until I was in front of library entrance.
I looked back to make sure no one was following me, luckily no one was.
I walked quickly to one of the corners of the library. I hid behind the books with my face tucked in between my knees. I rocked back and forth until the tears stopped.
Get yourself together El. And I did. I wiped what tears were left on my face and got up.
The bell rang just then. I looked at the ground all the way to my next class. As the students filled in I stared at my desk until the teacher started his lecture.
Today I went straight to my car. I do not want to accidentally run into Daniel. I am already embarrassed enough.
I went to the flower shop to buy her favorite flowers, peonies and sunflowers. I went to her grave and placed the flowers on top. I went down to my knees in front of her.
Sarah Mayfield Sept 12, 1982 - June 12, 2014 In memory of a caring mother and wife.
I broke down again.
I know I could have saved her from him. He ruined our life. He got away with murder. He defended himself by saying it was self defense when in fact it was not.
I was there. I saw what happened. It repeats over and over in my head. This memory, it haunts me every night.
"Happy birthday mom," I said quietly.
I got up, went to my car and headed to my safe haven.
My parents frequently brought me to the cliff just outside of town. It was beautiful, you could see the trees and hills below for miles. I would imagine how the animals who lived in them would interact with one another. I imagined while listening to the birds singing and leaves that rustled through the wind. We often had picnics and played board games with each other.
But now I am a lonely 17 year-old with a constantly working father and my mother gone. I sat at the edge of the cliff with my feet dangling down.
I held on to those memories because they are the only things that keep me moving forward.
Without them, I doubt I would still be here.
I stared out at the forest for what seemed like an eternity.
I started back home when I spotted a chirping bird laying in a pile of leaves. I grabbed a box I kept for books from the back of my car and gently placed the bird inside. It looked like he hurt his wing because he was able to move his left one, but not the right.
"Poor little birdy." I whispered to the bird.
I drove home with him in my passenger seat.
I would take him to the vet tomorrow morning to figure out how I could help him. For now, I dug up some worms and fed him. I placed him in a tote I found with an old cushioned pillow. We both soon, fell asleep.
***
Today, I brought the bird to the vet.
The vet taped his wing, with vet rap tape, in its naturally folded position. The vet told me to feed him a variety of food like warms, insects, soaked cat food etc. to keep a balanced diet. The vet also told to to keep the tape on for 10 days.
I brought the bird back home and placed a little bowl of water and cat food, I stopped by the pet store and picked some up on the home, which was soaked in water to make it easier for the bird to eat.
I was scheduled to work at the coffee shop soon, so I quickly got ready and went to work.
I do not talk to the customers I only make their coffee and the little goodies like cookies, muffins, cake bombs, etc. Its an easy job and get paid decent so I don't mind it.
I went straight home after work to check on the little birdy. When I got home my father was standing next to the tote with the little bird inside.
"What is this?" He had a confused look on his face, probably wondering why I was helping a wild bird.
"It's a bird obviously. I found him one day on a run and wanted to help him." I didn't want him to know I went to our spot.
"How long will he be here?"
"Ten days. I'm surprised you're home this early."
"Yea I finished work early. Do you want to order Chinese food and watch a movie?" Huh? Did I hear him correctly? We haven't watched a movie, never the less, ate dinner together in over a year.
"Sure I'll order it now and go pick it up."
When I came back my dad already had a movie picked out and the coffee table ready.
Chinese food is my favorite, I'll down at least five plates at a buffet. We watched the movie in silence until about half way when my father spoke.
"I have to go on a business trip Monday morning. It could last a couple weeks." He didn't look at me.
"Okay." What else was I supposed to say? I'm used to him not being around. Him going on a business trip won't make any difference. I'll miss him it's just that I'm used to him not being around anymore.
"If you need anything just call me okay."
"I will."
I'll most likely not need anything from him. I usually don't. I make my own money and I am fully capable of taking care of myself. I've been independent ever since my mom passed, and that was three years ago.
We watched the rest of the movie together and cleaned up dinner, then went straight to bed, but not without checking on my little birdy. At least now I have someone to talk to.
