Here we are! I'm so excited to start writing this story again, I've missed it! It was one of my favorite stories to write and it was one of the ones I never lost inspiration for. (Like the other stories I've started but never really updated… yeah, sorry about that.)
But the last story, The Things I do for Him was mostly from Clare's POV so this one is going to be mostly from Eli's. There might be a threequel to this one too, depending on where I decide to end this one.
Well, anyways, here's the first chapter. I hope you don't all hate me for leaving you at a huge cliffy.
I pulled the scratchy dark green blanket up tighter around my shoulders and snapped my eyes shut, trying to get back to sleep. There was the quiet chatter of some of the other inmates talking, but other then that, the room was silent.
"Anyone know what time it is?" I heard a deep voice ask. There was then a shuffling noise and a loud bang as someone threw the door to the room open.
"It's eight AM." I heard the overly loud voice of the warden say. "And some of you have visitors."
I flipped over so that I was facing the warden. I was definitately not getting back to sleep, so I sat up and jumped down from the bunk bed.
"Alright, Timothy Reynolds, Paul King, and Elijah Goldsworthy, you all have visitors. Come with me." the warden said as he read off of a beat-up plastic clipboard. I felt a surge of hope run through my veins as the warden turned me around and slapped the metal handcuffs on me and lead me and the other two guys out of the room.
I had been in the Toronto Correction Facility for two weeks now. I had been charged with drug possession and distribution and was being held in jail until my trial next month. And since I was seventeen, I was eligible to be charged as an adult. Of course, I was, and now I was in an adult jail. During these two weeks, only Adam and my parents had come to visit me.
Adam had been here a few times actually. When I asked him about Clare, he said that he had talked to her once since my arrest and she said she had "bigger things to worry about." Which was true of course, but it wasn't like her to not even give me a chance to explain myself.
But when I explained myself to Adam, he completely understood. I mean, he knew about the drugs in the first place. He did call me stupid for trying to sell them, but he wasn't upset in the slightest.
My parents were disappointed, obviously. After both parents lectured me for a good half an hour, my mom asked if I had done this because of my grief over Julia. I responded by slamming the phone I was talking to them through back on the hook, shooting them a dirty look through the Plexiglas and going back to the group cell.
I knew Clare must have been confused, and hurt. She saw me get arrested in the woods and dragged into the cop car. The way her eyes widened in absolute shock when the cop announced what I was being arrested for, burned through my memory with painful clarity.
I knew she didn't deserve this right now. I mean, we just got back together after a long breakup. Plus, she was almost 7 months pregnant. Just when I was starting to get my life back together, this goddamned curse had to come back and bite me in the ass.
I was angry. Angry at the world for always ruining every good thing that happens to me. It's like I can't be happy. It's like I don't deserve to.
I shook my head rapidly at the memory that started to replay in my mind.
"I can't just be friends with you Clare, I like you too much." I said. "But I can't be with you, I don't deserve to it's just…!"
I paused and glanced over at Clare, who was looking at me with concerned eyes.
"This is where I killed my girlfriend." I mumbled, glancing out the window.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Clare's mouth fall open slightly, which she quickly snapped shut.
"E-excuse me?" she stuttered.
"Last year, we had a fight, it got messy, I said things I shouldn't of." I paused, staring out the front window.
"She was really upset. Took of on her bike in the night…" I inhaled sharply. "Got hit by a car."
Clare tilted her head to the side.
"I'm so sorry." she said softly.
I chuckled humorlessly. "Just like that, closest person in my life was gone. Because of me."
She bit her lip. "I had no idea."
"It's not fair." I shrugged a bit. "Why should I get to be happy?"
The flashback faded. I was still being lead down the long corridor that leads to the visiting room; the warden clutched my handcuffed wrists.
I felt my knees giving out on me as I fell to the hard floor. The warden yelled at me to get up and the other two guys gave me an impatient look as they stood in front of me.
I felt like I was up above my body, watching myself. I saw myself curl up into a tight ball as I screamed out in terrifying pain. My body then twisted in an odd way as I flailed around on the floor.
"JULIA GOD DAMN YOU!" I saw myself scream out, but I couldn't believe that was me. "LET ME BE. LET ME LIVE."
The warden let go of the two other inmates as he tried to pin my shoulders down so I would stop flailing around. I then kicked him in the face. He stumbled back as blood trailed down from his nose. His expression turned angry as he reached for the small police radio on his shoulder and said something in to it.
"DO YOU HATE ME? DO YOU LIKE SEEING ME LIKE THIS?" I screamed.
Then two nurses and two other wardens appeared at the end of the corridor and rushed to me. One of the nurses grabbed my arm while the other stuck a syringe into my flesh. All three wardens converged on me, holding me down so I couldn't move at all anymore.
"Sometimes I wish I was the one who had died." I whispered before my eyes shut and everything went black.
My eyes fluttered open. I blinked a few times before trying to sit up and take in my surroundings. Then I realized I was tied down, with what looks like leather straps.
"Hello?" I called out. I strained to lift my head up a bit.
I was in a room with black walls. There was a bit of light from a window at the opposite of the room, but the window was covered with a quilt that had been duct taped to the wall. The wall was also covered in various band posters and pictures. I blinked, confused.
I knew where I was. This was my bedroom at my old house. The house I had lived in before I moved to Toronto. I hadn't been here since… well since I had been with Julia.
"You wish you were in my position?" I heard a soft voice say. I froze. I would have known that voice anywhere.
"J-Julia?" I asked. "Where… where are you?"
And then she appeared above me. Her dyed black hair was tied up in a simple ponytail. And she was wearing a black and white stripped t-shirt.
She was also wearing her jet black eye shadow and kohl eyeliner, her signature makeup. I gulped. This is what she was wearing and how she looked the last time I saw her.
"Hey you." she said as her pink lips turned up into a small smile. She reached down and ruffled my hair. I could smell her favorite perfume.
"Jules…" I whispered, which was all I was able to get out. She giggled and my heart skipped a beat, or two.
"Why do you wish you were in my position?" she repeated, her smile vanishing.
"I… I don't deserve to be the one living." I paused. "Or, the one who got to live longer."
"What?" she asked, cocking her head to the side in a confused way. "You're still living Eli."
"What… then how did I get here?" I asked. She narrowed her eyes at me.
"You don't need to know. But you are still living. I'm not. And I'm fine with that."
"You… you shouldn't be. You should be mad. That's why you won't let me be happy." I said, trying to put the pieces together. She shook her head.
"I'm not miserable, and you shouldn't be either. You just…. well, you're crap at making good decisions Eli."
I wrinkled my brow and then pursed my lips. "Huh?"
"C'mon. I don't want you to be unhappy and I'm not the cause of it. You caused it yourself."
"But… it never used to be like this!" I said. "I used to be happy."
"And you still can be. You have friends, and a family, and Clare. You have people who care Eli. You have to stop screwing it all up."
"How'd you know about Clare?" I asked. She shrugged.
"I just do. You two are good together. Better then you and I ever were."
"What?" I asked.
"Eli, if you and I were met to be together for a long time, God wouldn't have let that car hit me. In a way, my death pushed you and Clare together. For the better. I was just in the way the entire time."
I felt my gaze drop to the side as I tried to understand what she was saying.
"That's… that's not… that can't be…"
"Eli, it is what is. You have to go back now. You can't stay here any longer. Remember what I said. Get your act together and be with Clare."
"Wait? What do you mean I can't stay-"
But I was cut off as my eyes fluttered open.
A/N: I've always wanted to incorporate some Eli/Julia aspect into one of the chapters and I figured this would be a good one. I know it was a little confusing, but Eli snapped, resulting in him having an episode and then having hallucinations. Or were they real? Anyways, Julia's point was basically that she never interfered with what happened with Eli on earth. Eli is tired of screwing up and is now looking to someone to blame, which is Julia. He'll regret this later though. Please review!
Oh and who do you think came to the jail to visit him?
