After, I walked Elizabeth to her block, she wouldn't let me see her
house for some reason, I ran home. I felt guilty that I had been with
another girl , a girl that wasn't Jamie. Inside of my room, I found some
solitude from what has just happened. I can't believe it, I had been with
another girl.
I never thought I'd ever do this, ever. I almost hate myself for it. Looking through my telescope, I saw Elizabeth, on her porch, reading her new book. I noticed the way she swiftly put a fresh lock of her light brown hair behind her ear. The way she smiled and frowned at times, and the way she seemed to, I dunno, be at peace. She seemed to look as though she had no problems, no pressures, no worries. She seemed to be at peace with life. But something about her, I don't know. I just knew she wasn't telling me something. I could almost feel it in my blood, it was a gut instinct.
I paced around in my room and thought about it for a while. Jamie, Elizabeth? Elizabeth, Jamie? Gosh, I never thought I'd ever find another girl. Not since Jamie. I also never thought I'd fall in love with another girl.
I left my house and went over to Elizabeth's. She warmly greeted me at her porch.
" Hi Landon! What are you doing here?" she asked, looking up from her book.
" Oh nothing, just wanted to say hi," he said.
" Well, hi, Landon," she said, keeping her head in her book. She seemed a bit nervous for some reason.
" YOU LITTLE NO GOOD IDIOT!!!!" yelled a man's voice from inside the house. I turned around and found a drunken guy about my age standing at the door.
"Are you flirting with my sister?! Huh, punk?" he asked stupidly.
" Landon, this is my older brother, Brian," she said.
" Where are your parents?" I asked her sternly, not liking what I saw in her brother.
" They're dead. Brian's all I have," she whispered so that her brother could not hear. I looked at him in hatred and her in pity. I can imagine that it must be really hard to live with a drunken guy like him.
" Yo, you freakin faggot, get out!!!" he yelled. Elizabeth stepped back and bowed her head down. " And you," he spat at Elizabeth, " get inside." With tears in her eyes, she stepped inside. Brian glared at me, and I stepped out of their porch and walked home.
The moment I got home, I ran up to my telescope and focused it at her room, and saw something that simply broke my heart and scattered the pieces over an open flame. Brian had just slapped Elizabeth square on the cheek. She lay on the floor, sprawled out, and had a sore, red, slightly bleeding, cheek. Her eyes were closed with tears bleeding out between her shut eyes. I myself, could feel the tears cascading across my face. I could almost hear here crying in the pain he had inflicted upon her at that moment. I wanted to do something. I wanted to help her, but I knew in my mind that I couldn't. But in my heart, I could here the song Jamie had sung in the play.
"So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray.
To be only yours I pray
To be only yours I know now
You're my
Only Hope.
I shuddered at the haunting lyrics that seemed to return to me. I cried at the memory and I knew what I had to do. I knew what Jamie would want me to do. And I knew that it was, of course, the right thing to do.
I never thought I'd ever do this, ever. I almost hate myself for it. Looking through my telescope, I saw Elizabeth, on her porch, reading her new book. I noticed the way she swiftly put a fresh lock of her light brown hair behind her ear. The way she smiled and frowned at times, and the way she seemed to, I dunno, be at peace. She seemed to look as though she had no problems, no pressures, no worries. She seemed to be at peace with life. But something about her, I don't know. I just knew she wasn't telling me something. I could almost feel it in my blood, it was a gut instinct.
I paced around in my room and thought about it for a while. Jamie, Elizabeth? Elizabeth, Jamie? Gosh, I never thought I'd ever find another girl. Not since Jamie. I also never thought I'd fall in love with another girl.
I left my house and went over to Elizabeth's. She warmly greeted me at her porch.
" Hi Landon! What are you doing here?" she asked, looking up from her book.
" Oh nothing, just wanted to say hi," he said.
" Well, hi, Landon," she said, keeping her head in her book. She seemed a bit nervous for some reason.
" YOU LITTLE NO GOOD IDIOT!!!!" yelled a man's voice from inside the house. I turned around and found a drunken guy about my age standing at the door.
"Are you flirting with my sister?! Huh, punk?" he asked stupidly.
" Landon, this is my older brother, Brian," she said.
" Where are your parents?" I asked her sternly, not liking what I saw in her brother.
" They're dead. Brian's all I have," she whispered so that her brother could not hear. I looked at him in hatred and her in pity. I can imagine that it must be really hard to live with a drunken guy like him.
" Yo, you freakin faggot, get out!!!" he yelled. Elizabeth stepped back and bowed her head down. " And you," he spat at Elizabeth, " get inside." With tears in her eyes, she stepped inside. Brian glared at me, and I stepped out of their porch and walked home.
The moment I got home, I ran up to my telescope and focused it at her room, and saw something that simply broke my heart and scattered the pieces over an open flame. Brian had just slapped Elizabeth square on the cheek. She lay on the floor, sprawled out, and had a sore, red, slightly bleeding, cheek. Her eyes were closed with tears bleeding out between her shut eyes. I myself, could feel the tears cascading across my face. I could almost hear here crying in the pain he had inflicted upon her at that moment. I wanted to do something. I wanted to help her, but I knew in my mind that I couldn't. But in my heart, I could here the song Jamie had sung in the play.
"So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray.
To be only yours I pray
To be only yours I know now
You're my
Only Hope.
I shuddered at the haunting lyrics that seemed to return to me. I cried at the memory and I knew what I had to do. I knew what Jamie would want me to do. And I knew that it was, of course, the right thing to do.