Remebering Sunday

I woke up startled. I dreamt about her again. My head pounded, I haven't been sober for days. On account of her. I knew what I had to do. I jumped out of bed and put on my clothes. My childhood home was fifteen minutes from this dump I called home. I arrived in front of Eleanor Miller's house. It was still the same.

I sat in my car, not knowing why I came here in the first place. As far as I knew, she still lived here with her parents. They helped her take care of her kid. Our kid. I cut off the engine and got out of the car. I stood there for atleast ten minutes, trying to get up the guts to knock.

Flashback

She gave me a devilish grin and led my upstairs. "Your crazy" I laughed.
She locked the door behind her and shrugged.

"Why would you want to live life any other way?" She asked. I smiled. She pushed me down on her bed and kissed my neck. My hands lingered up her dress. A small moan escaping her lips.

End Of Flashback.

The rest I couldn't remember. The past few years were fuzzy. I pounded my fist on the door. No answer. There was a bark, followed by the neighbors turning on their lights.

Mrs. Lewis, my old neighbor walked out on her porch. "Alvin? Alvin Seville? Is that you?" She asked.

I gulped and nodded.

"She's not there" She said quickly "Nobody has lived there for years" Without another word Mrs. Lewis walked back inside. No, they would never move. She was lying. I knew it.

I said down on the front steps. Suddenly a car pulled up, the headlights blinding me. I stood up when I realized it was ELeanor's parents.
Her dad went to the back seat, a little girl jumped out of her carseat and giggled.

They came towards me.

"Alvin?" Mrs. Miller asked. I nodded. She greeted me with open arms. She had always been like a second mom to me.

"W-wheres Eleanor?" I stuttered. She pulled back from our hug.

"Nobody told you?" She asked. I shook my head, confused.

"Eleanor she-" She started to say "Come inside" She forced a smile. Confused, I followed her inside. She grabbed a peice of paper out of a small box on the kitchen counter.

"Ellie said, if you ever came around. To give this to you" She said handing it to me. I unfolded it and Mrs. Miller left the room. It was Eleanor's handwriting. I started to read.

I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible. I'm terrified to speak but you'd expect that from me. I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt. Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair, and out of my mind. I'm keeping an eye on the world. I'm keeping an eye on the world, I'm so many thousands of feet off the ground. I'm over you now, I'm at home in the coulds. Towering over your heard.

I dropped it. This was a suicide letter. She killed herself. No No No. I felt tears fill my eyes. I walked into the other room.

"She didn't-" I said to Mrs. Miller. She was playing with the little girl.

"She did" She said, her head down. I wiped my eyes and shook my head. She was so happy, she wouldn't do this.

"I'm sure you can guess who this is" Mrs. Miller said, nodding towards the little girl.

I crouched down and looked at me. She had my eyes, and Eleanor's smile. She was mine, She was my baby girl.

I'm not to crazy about this story, but on the other hand I really like it. Just not the shortness of it. Ha, Review?