Sorry for this short chapter!
I couldn't help but be curious with what was going on with that Eli guy and his tormentors. Though I hardly knew him, I felt for him. I really did. But how could I find out what was wrong? Do I just go up to him and ask him? No. He'd probably deny it all..
I don't know. I guess I'd have to get him to trust me?
"Uh...hey, Eli." I awkwardly said as I took a seat next to him on the picnic table outside.
I waited for some sort of response as he finished chewing his apple.
"Hi." He muttered. "Not to be rude but...why are you talking to me?"
"What do you mean?" I raised an eyebrow. "Besides I thought we had totally bonded those times before." I joked, lightly bumping his shoulder.
He stared at the ground when he spoke. "It's just that...people don't really talk to me. Well not on purpose."
I was shocked. Why wouldn't anyone want to talk to him? He seemed like a genuinely nice and decent guy. And he wasn't so bad looking either. "Why don't people talk to you?"
"They think I'm some freak of nature...or whatever." He shrugged.
"Wow, high schoolers can be so idiotic and cruel." I rolled my eyes. "If it counts for anything...I think you seem like a great guy."
He slightly blushed, quickly turning his face away from mine. "Thanks." He said silently. "So...what about you? Where are all of your friends?"
I merely shrugged. "Friends? Alas, I'm more of the loner type."
He smirked. "Guess we have something in common."
He stared off into the distance for a bit til he finally spoke. "If you were to just off of a building, would you want to go face up or down?"
I thought for a minute, "..I guess face up? Just kick back and enjoy the ride, ya know?" Though just the thought of death scared the crap out of me. I could never imagine my thoughts just completely ending one day.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He nodded his head. "I'd want to see it coming..." He looked up at the sky. "...Yeah, I'd definitely want to see it coming."
After school, I avoided all of my mom's meaningless conversation through dinner. Hell, I avoided the food on my plate as well. I can't remember when I actually ate a meal.
Too long ago...
When I finally settle into my big comfy bed, sleep didn't seem to want to come. Tossing and turning repeatedly, foot out of covers, foot inside covers. Nothing.