Chapter 8: Don't want to be my friend no more
Ellie waited outside on the porch for Sean. She looked at her watch, it was almost seven. She saw him walking up the sidewalk and she ran over to him. "Hi," she said.
"I thought I was going to pick you up at your house," he replied.
"Well, you did."
"No, I mean, going to the door and—"
"It's a waste of time. Let's go."
He nodded and they took off to the mall.
The movie they went to see was anything but good. It more or less stunk. "That was bad," Sean said as they left the mall.
"Definitely bad," Ellie agreed.
He smiled. "At least we agree on the same thing."
She nodded.
"But the date, what did you think of that?"
"Not bad," she replied.
He smiled. "We still have some time to kill," he replied. "Do you want to go to the park?"
"For what?"
He shrugged. "Just to talk."
"What is with you and talking?"
"I don't know, Ellie. I just want to get to know you."
"There's nothing to know about me. And everything about me is none of your business!"
Sean looked at her. He wasn't going to back down anytime soon. Ellie shook her head and turned to take off. He didn't reach out to grab her or anything. She just took off running.
She didn't need anyone. Not Sean, not Ashley, not Marco. Not even her dad. No one! She didn't need anyone! She just wished everyone would leave her alone! She wished that her thoughts would just go away.
She ran into her house, leaving the door open. She ran to the bathroom and grabbed a razor blade as soon as she was about to draw another crimson line on her arm her mother beat on the door. Ellie stuffed the razor in her pocket and walked out of the bathroom and stepped around her mother and went to her bedroom.
Ellie sat down on the bed, leaving the door open a crack. She didn't care if her mother saw her. She didn't care so she stood up and reached over with her foot and kicked the door open. She rolled her sleeve up and drew another line on her arm. Ellie realized that she didn't have an audience. No one was watching.
She grabbed an old shirt and put it on the cut. But it wouldn't stop bleeding. She couldn't stop bleeding! She dropped the shirt and trembled. She realized that she had gone too deep. "Oh my God," she whispered.
"Ellie?" Sean's voice asked, from the living room.
"She's in her room," her mother said. Ellie heard bottles clink together.
The blood ran down her arm. It wouldn't stop. The bleeding wouldn't stop! She cut herself again and again and again.
"Ellie?" Sean asked, closer now. Ellie looked up and saw him at the door. She felt herself falling and someone catching her.
"Ellie! Mrs. Nash, call an ambulance!" a voice was screaming. "Ellie! Ellie! Oh, God, Ellie!"
