Blah. I haven't had any inspiration lately, so yeah...this chapter might suck. Sean's point of view.
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"Ellie, hurry up!" I yelled, slipping into my shoes.
"Coming, coming," Ellie called from the bathroom. She sighed, zipped up her boots, and came out of the bathroom, her hair still knotty and matted. She grabbed her brush and started to work out the rats' nest, grumbling in frustration. "Get me my hoodie, it's by the front door," she demanded, stomping her foot impatiently.
"You'll get it when we walk out," I said, sighing. "Don't worry."
"Get me my fucking hoodie," she cried. Her eyes were filled with tears. "Please."
Oookay, this was weird, I thought. "Ellie, honey, is there anything wrong?" I asked quietly as we walked to school.
"No..."
"Honey-honey, what's wrong?"
"I really don't know. I'm just...so tired. Of everything. Always getting called a skank and getting called a vampire. I can't do it anymore, Sean, I can't do it..." Ellie started crying.
I had never seen Ellie so completely powerless. Here she was, explaining her life to me, before she moved here. How she never ate; how her mother and father ignored her; how she cut all the time, then abandoned it, then was drawn to it again. And then I was hugging her, just standing, hugging her in the middle of the sidewalk.
Marco was walking somewhat behind us. I saw him, and nodded my head for him to come over here. "Hey, Elle, what's wrong?" he asked.
Ellie sniffled, then picked up her bag and ran. She ran and ran, through the field across the streets; through the sprinkler system in the field. But neither Marco nor I ran after he. Because we knew that there was nothing we could do.
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I sighed as Jay looked at me from across the lunch table. "So, you and Ellie are back together?"
"Yeah...I guess."
"Yo, man, I have something that I want you to do for me tonight --"
I sighed again. "No, Jay. I'm not doing anything for you." I got up and walked out of the cafeteria.
Of course, Emma was sitting on a bench in the hallway, reading a book. "Not eating?" I asked, taking a drink from the water fountain.
She looked up, shocked by my appearance. "Uh, no, I'm not hungry..." Emma smiled at me. "Care to take a seat?"
I nodded, then sat down next to her. "Whaddya readin'?"
"What?"
"What are you reading?" I asked slowly, as if she was retarded.
Emma laughed, her lips slightly parted, as she flipped her golden hair over her shoulder. "Blood Red Scream. It's about self-mutilation," she replied, the dazzling smile still on her face.
My stomach dropped. "I've read that."
"Oh, really?"
Only because it was on Ellie's floor, I thought. "Yeah...Ellie -- I mean, it was really fascinating."
She nodded. "Sean, why are you being so civilized?" Emma asked.
"Em...after the whole shooting thing, I felt closer to you." I looked into her blue eyes. "You really understood me..."
Emma stood and nodded. "Call me sometime." And walked away.
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When I got to Ellie's house that night, she wasn't there. There was a note on the fridge.
Hey, sweetie. I'm out shopping for food and shit. I'll be back soon, don't wait up.
I love you like woahz,
Ellie.
So I slept on the couch that night, waiting for Ellie to get home.
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I don't think this chapter makes any difference to the plot...blah. What should be happening with Paige? I'm really stuck. Much love,
Zoey-Bear.