Dead and Gone 2

I sat in my car for a good ten minuets when Eric came and tapped at my door. It scared me and I jumped. I unlocked the door and opened it up for him. He could see my face was bruised and bloody.

"What happened to you?"

"My mother thats what happened."

"How could your mother do something like this to you."

"Simple she just started hitting a way and never stopped. I wish I could just die, then all of this would be over and I would never have to see her face ever again. I sometimes think about killing myself, no one would miss me any ways."

Eric hugged me tight. I was shocked by his hug because he had never done anything like this before. I have known him for ever and when I would try to hug him, he would back away from me.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm hugging my best friend...do you not want a hug?"

Tears started to form in my eyes again and I couldn't stop them from falling. The truth is that I didn't want them to stop, I wanted to cry for all eternity because I had an eternity of tears to cry. For all the pain I have endured for all the fights I had to try to end for all the times I told my mother the truth about something and I was struck down. I wish more than anything that my poor pathetic life would come to an end. Then and only then can I be happy.

"Can I stay here for a few days?"

Eric looked at me with a happy expression on his face.

"Yes you can, so stay with me for as long as you need to."

A warm feeling filled me inside. I was safe from all the beatings and all the hate, but for how long?

Eric helped me out of the car and grabbed my bags from the back. He helped walk me to the house. He was a good friend, to me the best. He had sandy blond hair and baby blues. He was also well built, all that working out he did payed off. I never knew way he was my friend. I was so...as other people put it "Gothic" and he was the star Quarter back of the school. No matter what though he all ways stood up for me. When we were younger I had a crush on him, but I soon got over it because we came from two very different worlds.

As we were walking in the house I noticed that his parents weren't here. He walked me to the guest room and sat my bags down near the bed.

"Umm...were are your parents?"

"Oh they went to see my grandparents in New Orleans. So they'll be gone for a few weeks."

"Oh is it okay for me to stay here since they're gone?"

"Yeah they will never know that you were here as long as you leave before they come back."

"Okay I can do that."

"Okay then go ahead and make yourself at home and I'll just get out of your hair so you can do that."

He walked out the door and closed it behind him. I was left all alone in this room that was twice as big as my room back home. I miss Cathleen and Ashlee so much and I feel sorry that I left them there with that woman we call mother. I just couldn't take being there anymore and I hope they understand.

I began to unpack my things when I heard voices coming from the living room. The party must have started. I thought to myself.

I dropped what I was doing and walked to the door. I slowly opened the door and pecked out to see that no one was up stairs. I closed the door behind me and walked to the staircase. I looked down to see that ten maybe more people had just walked in. I could see that Emma from my third block had just come in. She was a total bitch to everyone in the class because she was a dumb blond and we were all ways smarter then her. I was always her mane target...I would try to be nice to her because she was my science partner. She would always shut me down and the bad thing is that it really hurt when she was mean to me. That to me is sad to get hurt by some one I hate.

I couldn't help but watch as one by one new people would enter his house. Most of the people were people that really and I do mean really hate me. Tommy walked in and looked up right at me. He gave me a wicked look and walk on with the rest of his friends. I wounder why he looked at me like that. I thought to myself. Tommy was never one of the guys that pick on me...well not to my face not like the others. They were always so mean to my face and behind my back.

I began to walk back to my new room and felt like someone was watching me so I turned around. It was Tommy. He had come up here for something. I hope it had nothing to do with me, but who could say.

"Hey what are you doing up here when the party is down there?" he asked with a smile on his face.

"Oh I'm going to be staying here for a while so I wanted to get my stuff in the right places. Eric said that I could stay here till his parents get back."

"So why are you staying here? Wait did something happen at home?" Tommy said with a concerned look on his face.

"Well things at home aren't going so good and I just needed a place to go to."i said with a little sadness in my voice.

I looked up and saw that Tommy was looking down at me with those eyes. Those eyes that made me feel all tingly inside. To tell the truth I really like Tommy. I had known him since we were five and I had all ways liked him. I feel as if I'm Juliet and he is my Romeo because he is a jock and I'm like a goth type girl. I'm not really that goth it's just I love there clothes, but just like Romeo and Juliet we can never be together.

"Didn't I tell you before you can always tell me anything no matter what it is. Lets go in your room and talk. I'm sure you have a lot to talk about."

I did have a lot to talk about, but I don't want to trouble him with my problems. I just wish I could really talk to someone without them feeling sorry for me. I knew all to well that my problems don't matter to other people, defiantly not my mother. Like when I was sick with the flu I almost died because my mom was to busy to take me to the doctor. My doctor was mad about it, he said that she was a the worst mother he had ever met. The thing I couldn't get over is how she looked. She just looked like she didn't give a fuck if I was dead or alive. I have never known what a real caring mother was like. I often wish I had never been born. If I hadn't been born I would not have to suffer.

"I don't have anything to talk about." I said looking to the side.

"Well you look like you have a lot to talk about." he grabed my arm and pulled me into the room.

"Really it's nothing...I...I just have a lot going on and you don't want to hear about it all." I said pulling my arm away.

"It's okay, tell me everything."

He took my hand and pulled me in to the bedroom, he shut the door behind him, then he locked it.