Blah. I feel like an uberbitch, I don't want to go into details. Blargh. So I'm just updating because I feel that Marco kissing Ellie was so abnormal and weird. Meh. Ooh well. Starting POV is Ellie's. This chapter is loosely based off of several scenes in Thirteen.
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I sighed, walking into the house and throwing my bag down. There was someone sitting on the couch.
Marco hadn't even been able to look me, his best friend, in the eye. Not even when I went up to him, hugged him, and gave him a bag of gummi worms. I knew that he was just searching when he kissed me, but it opened old wounds. It made me open old wounds. But I guess I was okay in the end. I mean, it was a little weird to have your gay best friend kiss you, but shit, I'll get over it! I just really don't like Marco being upset. Even when I told him that it was okay, he still couldn't look at me. That made my heart sink so low in my stomach that I thought I would vomit.
"Eleanor?" a disgustingly familiar voice asked.
"Mom?" I replied, somewhat surprised.
She stood, smiled, and walked over to me, her arms spread wide, expecting a hug. She wrapped her arms around me, and I pushed her away. "Eleanor?" she asked, her eyes wide with surprise.
"What, Mom? Do you realize what's gone on since you left? I'm living alone most of the time!" I yelled.
Mom shook her head. "Eleanor —"
"It's Ellie, Mom. It's Ellie. If you knew me better you would know that!"
"Honey, uhm, do you want to help me work on the design plans for the kitchen? I was thinking some flowery wallpaper, since this old stuff is falling apart," she explained.
I walked into the kitchen, fuming, and wishing that I had a rubber band around my wrist right about now. I looked my mother square in the eye and said, "Do you want to know what I think of your fucking wallpaper?" I waited for her jaw to tense. "This is what I think of your wallpaper." I reached up to where a piece was peeling, then started to rip. I pulled && ripped && and screamed until my lungs ached. Then I pushed past her and ran up to my room, my fingers aching from the hard grip I had on that damn, burnt up wallpaper.
I heard Mom storming up the stairs, so I locked my door. "Eleanor Faith Nash, you open this door right now! Don't you dare speak to me that way," she yelled.
I started feeling empty, so I went into my bathroom and opened my little Indian box. I pulled the razor out, then sat on the toilet and cut from about six inches away from my wrist to the end of my forearm, just near my elbow bend. It hurt so good.
The blood wouldn't stop, so I pressed a rag on it and leaned up against the tank on the toilet, not letting my unshed tears fall.
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Craig's POV
I saw Ellie walking in the hall, looking like she was in pain. She was wearing a long-sleeved black and had her forearm drawn up to her chest. She was holding it there with her other hand as she looked at her feet.
Being naturally curious, I walked up to her. "Hey, Ellie. Is there anything wrong? Your arm, did you hurt it?"
Ellie looked startled by my appearance. "No, it's okay. Thanks, Craig."
"You sure, Elle?" I asked, looking at her.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she whispered. Her voice was pained.
"Ellie, let me see your arm," I told her sternly.
"No."
I grabbed her arm away from her chest and pushed up the sleeve.
"Get off of me, you fuck!" she screamed, pulling down her sleeve and slapping me – hard – on the cheek.
Paige was standing a little further down the hall, watching the scene in awe.
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Paige's POV
I was utterly bewildered by Ellie's behavior. When she ran into the bathroom, I ran after her, giving Craig the look that said, "I'm sorry!"
"Ellie, what's wrong?" I asked her as she stood, trembling, with her hand pressed against the edge of the counter to keep her balance.
Ellie pulled her arm up to her chest again, looking into the mirror. Her makeup was watery, like she had applied it with her hand shaking.
"Did you…cut?" I asked, taking a gulp of air.
"Paige, leave me the fuck alone!" she screamed, running out of the bathroom.
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Marco's POV
I can't look Ellie in the eye. I don't know why, either. But when she came to my third period class, crying, I knew that she needed me. She gathered herself, and said strongly, "Ms. Kwan, may I borrow Marco for a quick second?"
She nodded.
When I went out in the hall, Ellie collapsed into me. She cried and cried, explaining how she cut so deep and how it hurt so bad; how her mother came back and caused her to get pissed and rip the wallpaper in the kitchen down.
I just nodded and let her cry.
"Marco, I can't take this anymore," she whispered, pulling away from me.
"I know things are tough, Elle, but you're strong, and you'll pull through fine. Listen to me, Ellie, you'll be okay," I told her, not really believing myself. "Come on. Let's ditch. My mom will make you food."
"Thank you, Marco," she said quietly, kissing me on my cheek.
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I've created another chapter that I really like. Yay. I lub chapters like this, so yeah… Probably no update tomorrow, I'll be out playing in the snow with my cousin and her doggies. Yaay! Snoooow! Much love,
Zoë.