A/N: I know I haven't updated in forever, but I'm getting back on track from school and everything else related to it and finals. This story and Lost are going to be continued. So updates will be much more frequent. I may also be changing my pen name soon, so please be aware of that. Now on with the story...
Ellie hovered over the small spot in the graveyard, her cheeks stained from the crying. She clasped her hands together tightly, on the verge of yet another round of tears. Then, suddenly, the small newly-buried grave fell through as hands reached up. They groped the air for something sturdy, grasping onto the firm grass. The arms push up, and a head emerged from the dirt, gasping for air.
Ellie's mouth dropped. Marco looked up at her, fear evident in his expression. His hands reached for her as he began to sink back into the grave.
"...E-el... H..help meeee..." He coughed, choking on his own words as he began to fall back down. Ellie darted forward, tripping over the grass in front of her. She reached her hands out to help him, but he had already sunk back down into the grave.
"MARCO!" Ellie screamed, tears flooding from her eyes as she lay on the ground. "...C-come back Marco... please.. Come back.."
Ellie blinked, opening her eyes. The florescent hospital lights blinded her at first, but after a moment her eyes adjusted, leaving her slightly nervous from the
"Ellie, hun, I'm talking to you." Paige continued.
Ellie looked up from the tile to Paige. "Go to hell."
"What did you say to me?" Paige asked furiously.
"You heard me" Ellie muttered. "I said go to hell Paige." And with that, Ellie rose from her seat and sauntered out of the cramped waiting room, leaving behind a flabbergausted Craig and an angry Paige.
"What's her problem? All I did was ask her what happened."
"No, more like interrogated." Jimmy corrected, looking up from his magazine.
"I totally did not." Paige said in reply, shaking her head. "I just wanted to know what happened to Marco, I'm allowed to care, right?"
Craig sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Look Paige, Marco is Ellie's best friend... It's really rough for her, dealing with this... You need to just give her some space."
Paige let out a disgruntled sigh and shot Craig a glare.
Ellie walked through the icy hallways and entered the empty girl's washroom. Locking the door behind her, she leaned back against the door and slowly slid down to the floor. Her eyes grew watery as tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. Ellie brushed them away, her mind set on Marco. This couldn't be happening... Not to her best friend. He'd never done anything to deserve this.
As more tears began to form,Ellie reached down to her wrist and snapped feverishly at the rubber band on her wrist. It hurt, but not enough. She needed a release; the release cutting had brought her. But she had given it up, and replaced it with a pathetic rubber band.
Ellie pulled the rubber band back further and further, so that her wrist quickly became raw from the band.But it still wasn't enough.She pulled back again, as far as the band could go and let go of it. As soon as the band hit against her wrist, it snapped. With nothing left to help her take her mind off of what was going on, the tears welled up in her eyes finally began to fall. And Ellie, for the first time since the night before, broke down and cried.