"Jude."
"Yea?"
"Look at me."
I sigh and turn back to Ellie, hands shoved in my pockets as the tingling grows more intense. She stares eerily into my face, her skin blanching as her lower lip begins to quiver.
"What's wrong," I swallow.
"Why are you bleeding?" She whispers.
My brow furrows and Ellie slowly reaches up, pressing two fingers gingerly against the right corner of my mouth. Her touch is deliberate but fearful and as she withdraws her hand, she raises her fingertips now stained satin red.
~~~Ellie Rusan is used to the fact that she's never been the life of the party. But the one person she'd always felt safe with was Jude. In their final year of high school, both Ellie and Jude struggle to cope with the uncertainty that lies ahead, and once more Ellie recognizes the familiar sting of losing a close friendship. There are questions left unanswered and wounds raw from betrayal as Jude chooses to leave Ellie behind. But after a fatal accident, Jude is erased from Ellie's life forever. Or so she thought.~~~
Normal isn't a term Olivia Hernandez is familiar with. Her mother is dead to an abnormal disease, leaving her wallowing in scattered memories. Her father is abusive and never sober, leaving her treading through glass shards of beer bottles. There's too many unclear secrets her family has, and so she can only act as if that's "normal".
Her eyes are bright, and yet, her skin is littered in scars.
Olivia meets Alex James, the son of her mother's best friend. And where do they meet? A graveyard. How oddly compelling. When the two find each other at her mother's grave, Olivia can't help but feel close to him, even with his harsh and yet somewhat caring atmosphere. Not only are his pretty bluebell eyes alarmingly alluring, but the memories he brings back to her are even more appealing.
They had a hidden past, tied together by Olivia's deceased mother and toxic father.
They had a hazy future, tied together by Alex's bastard of a father and Olivia's childhood nemesis.
This was their reality.
A reality for a boy with the prettiest bluebell eyes and a girl who would forever be a scarred beauty.
~~~
"You told me that you loved me," I said quietly as we walked across the golden fields, out of the nightmare of a territory. I peered at him to see his eyes half-closed, as if he was fighting and struggling to keep them open. "You told me to trust you."
His blue eyes glanced at me for a moment before falling back to the ground. The sun began rising behind us as we continued on our path, shining rays of gold and orange light on us.
I sniffled and smiled lightly, but it was without humor. "But I don't know if I can keep this up anymore..."
[ DISCLAIMER: This concept was developed during my middle school years. The plot may be seriously underdeveloped, so unless you aren't looking to read a picture-perfect book, you're not where you should be. ]