I plugged my head phones into my computer and started playing on my 2ds. My music was blaring in my ear at the highest volume, and after a while I forgot I had company, which would have probably been okay if it was just Danny, Abigale, Jordan, and Jewel, but my current company still included Desmond, Kody, and worse of all Kyoya. After a few minutes I started singing 99 Problems by Linking Park, basically cussing, and inappropriateness especially for a female. Then that song ended and it changed to My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark by Fall Out Boys, now that song is not a bad song, its just that that particular music video was the one hour long version. It was half way through this that I finally realized that I was singing. I slowly turned my 2ds and my music off and looked up. Everyone was staring at me. Desmond had been recording me , and was now laughing. Kody looked like I had scarred him for life... which I probably did with what I had been singing. Kyoya looked he had seen or well heard a gost, great now he has even more dirt on me. Jordan was just staring at me shocked. Abigale looked... very angry to say the least. Jewel had the same look as Kody. Danny looked annoyed at me. I was frozen for a second before leaving everything and bolting. I ran out of the apartment and down the sidewalk until I reached a creek. I then traveled down the creek until I was a couple miles downstream I then turned away from the creek which had run into a forested area. I then went deep enough to where I could bairly hear the creek, but was still in hearing distance. I collapsed under a large oak facing away from the creek and leaned my back against the tree.
Was this what had caused me to lose my first friends? I couldn't remember, I couldn't remember what any of them even looked like or their names. I only remember that at first I had two very close friends then nobody. After that I had a couple people that I kind of knew but never any that I really counted as I had Chiper and Babe. Chiper was a dog who had been owned by one of my grandmother's nabors. He was also the first to cause me to experience the pain of someone close to you die. I loved him so much, I was the only person who could ever pet him anytime, even when he was eating , and not get bitten. I know that that is such a small and insignificant thing but... that's what I held on to dearly from that young age. He died form some type of canine cancer when I was in first grade. I don't know if anyone ever told me what type it was, or if I simply forgot. Even after Chiper died their was still Babe, He was supposed to be a constant, he was my only living Grandfather, or at least the only one I ever met, his real name was Jack but somehow I ended up calling him Babe instead. I had loved him more than anyone else I knew. It had broken me when he died in third grade. I had been at school that day. I had chosen to go to school even though I knew that he was in the hospital dyeing, although their was nothing that I could have done, I wasn't even allowed to see him. It was only after his death that my parents noticed my cold anti-social shell disposition. I'm pretty sure that it was like that before but does it really matter? I had started focusing on the things that I knew my parents want from me: school and my grades. I became a shell that blocked out the world. I still was, that never really changed. I tried to go back when I saw that it made my parents unhappy but I couldn't, it hurt to open up to people, especially ones that remembered. It wasn't even until a few years ago that I finally started to open up which led me to making friends with the people that I had just blew it with.
I easily slipped back into my cold, anti-social introverted shell, it was so easy this time. My emotions were gone, the good and the bad. I waited a few moments before I walked back. The door had been left unlocked although no one was in the apartment. I took my computer into my room, I then took a box and put all of my 'gaming' stuff in it. I then removed my sheets and pillow cases replacing them with plain black ones, I then put them into the box along with the blanket. I moved the box into a corner in the living room. I went back and removed the pictures from their frames and turned the frames over. They were now round dark mahogany frames each holding a picture of random members of my family. I put the old pictures in another box . I then gathered everything that was unnessassary and put the stuff in the box which after it was filled was placed beside the first box. I also unhooked the television and placed that in the living room. Once I had everything unnecessary removed I gathered enough pillows and blankets for them to use incase they wished to stay. I then removed my Pokemon jacket and placed it with the rest of the stuff I then took a small piece of paper and wrote "You all are welcome to stay here if you don't have anywhere else to stay, you are also welcome to any of my stuff if you want any of it." left the note on the table and retreated back into my room where I started reading. I also locked my bedroom door.
Later I heard the front door open and voices. I remained in my room and continued reading. I heard footsteps enter into the living room.. seven pairs, then one pair came down the hall and knocked on the door. I ignored the knock, but the person was very persistent. I eventually got up and went to the door, "What?" my tone was cold yet conveyed no emotion. "We were worried." it was Danny who had come. Her tone conveyed that she was hurt. I had hurt her. A single tear dropped as I remembered the promise I had once made with myself to never hurt my friends, to not push any of them out. I had just broken that promise, and I didn't know if they would forgive me, and I wouldn't know if I didn't try. I slowly opened the door "I'm sorry" she shook her head "You didn't do anything wrong, and I understand why you ran" she tenthly embraced me in a hug, which I immediately returned. We drew apart and she started walking back to the living room, only turning around to make sure that I was following her.
∞†∞ I am sorry if Elise seems bipolar, she is not at all in that category she just has... trust issues. Because of the deaths she has problems relying on people and she has a sort of complex that makes it to where she trusts one person fully and through that one person trusts the people that that one person trusts. Sorry if that seems confusing. ∞†∞
