(title credit, Karen)

(story ideas, credit too Brookieee)
-my story, is very uhh, mature..if you will..

fact: im really diggin The Lovely Bones right now,

&it shows.

Eli's POV

Fading away. Out of sight, out of mind.

Not a care in the world. Not alive nor dead. In the in-bewteen.

Blue horizons, bright green fields. Birds singing.

This feeling of slipping away was eating me alive inside.

But somehow, I always found my way back to the thought.

Somehow I felt safe. Strange, but true.

I liked the knowingness of being in the in-between, yet it would never be true.

Explaining the feeling of being safe was hard to do. But not impossible.

I was free, but so trapped. But trapped being good, in this sense.

No worries, no guilt, no regret.

Guessing by my reaction to the people around me, they knew something wasnt right with me.

But it wasnt that. I was very much okay with things.

Saying all this makes me feel strange, but everything I say is honesty.

I wont speak a lie of my feeling for this thought.

I wanted it. I needed it. But leaving behind important people.

I wasnt okay with that. Being in that thought, then realizing what it meant..it always turned dark.

If they only knew, they would truely classify me as a death obsessed maniac.

I was no maniac nor freak. I was of my own person.

Unique in my own skin. Strange to the average person.

I was far from average.

Caring, loving and passionate. All those were true.

I was me. And people chose what to think of me.

-short chapter, im sorry. Eli is discovering himself kinda..but in his own way. Befrending death, though tough for the average person. it makes Eli feel safe.