HEY! I'M ALIVE! Haha, sorry I took WAY long to update :( I had the WORST case of writers block which made it impossible to type this :/ Sorry... But I got it done so here it is YAY! Alright, thanks to my beta EFlareDegrassi that edited this :) She's awesomesauce :D Thanks for reviewing and sticking with the story. I hope you can enjoy the next chapter of Little Orphan Boy :)
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Chapter 5:
Note to self,
Never let Clare smash a vodka bottle over your head. Never let yourself pass out and be found by complete strangers. Not only that, don't get into a fight with someone who has your most valuable possession. It wont end up in your favor. Just letting you know that.
Sincerely,
Eli
I ran up to a random door in a hallway and started to bang on it. There was no answer on the other side, and I panicked. What if it wasn't the right room? What if J.T. isn't home and someone took my journal to the government! What if I can't find J.T., what am I going to do? There are too many rooms in this house to be looking for one person, I need help!
I hear the soft tapping of feet and tiny grumbles on the other side. I was immediately relieved to hear them, but I soon became anxious. What if it wasn't J.T.? What if this was the wrong room and he's is already reading my journal! Oh no, oh no, oh no, I thought, quickly bitting my nubby nails. It's not him! I'm so dead, I'm so dead! I continued to think.
My anxiety was taking over...
Soon the door opened, and a boy was revealed. He had brown hair that curled around his ears, brown eyes, and he was no bigger than I was. I immediately could guess who this was, it was J.T., the same boy I fought earlier. He has your journal Eli, My inner voice—I guess my conscience—said. What are you waiting for? Get it back! My conscience commanded and I did so.
I tackled him to the ground, feeling my anxiety course through my veins. "Where's my journal! Where's my journal?" I shouted as I swiftly punched him in the stomach. J.T. curses at me in response, then begins to punch me back. I manage to lose a bit of my edge and then fall off of him, trying to stop my now bleeding nose.
"Goodness Eli calm down, I have your stupid journal," J.T. sighed rummaging through one of his drawers. I feel myself begin to calm down as he pulls out my leather notebook. You're safe...everything is all right now. "I'm really sorry about everything in here. Your life sounds really rough..." J.T. said sincerely and my pupils shrunk.
"Wha-What did you say." I choked as I began trembling uncontrollably. This can't be happening, this can't be happening! Nobody can find out about me! The government will take me away! I can't leave here, I love this wretched place I call home!
"The journal...it's your life right?" He asked holding it up.Take the notebook back dummy, My conscience screamed at me and I did so. I threw my body at him, completely taking him off his feet and tumbled to the ground, struggling to get the notebook back. You can try harder than that! Bite him Eli, bite him! I immediately looked at J.T.'s arms, seeing which had the notebook. His right bite it! I did so.
"Whoa, what's your deal Eli!" J.T screamed clutching his arm. "What's your problem! You're safe here! Don't go!"
I ran out the room clutching the notebook to my chest. It was the only thing I'll have for the rest of my life (me, and my secrets). I'm going to move away from Toronto, maybe live in Vancouver... Nobody will suspect a thief like me to go there, it's perfect. Just to start over!
I hear J.T's screams from behind me. He's following me. I want to get away from everything, start over, just so people can figure out a new me. I'll be... Elliot or something, no longer Elijah Goldsworthy but Elliot... I'll figure out the last name later. In the distance I see a large window that wide open. I smile to myself and immediately knew that was my escape. My new life starts...now! I run as fast as I can and jumped out the window.
J.T.'s shrieks fill the air.
My eyes lazily drift open and I'm filled with immediate pain. The lower half of my body felt light, as if there was nothing there. My head was pounding from the adrenaline rushing through my body. I stretch my hands out and look at them, there's dried blood on them. I pay it no attention and rest it on my right leg. Something warm touches it instead of my cold skin. I pull my hand back to me and see the crimson liquid...my blood.
I remembered:
The wind whips my face as I plummet to the side walk.
The air burns my eyes.
Everything is intense.
Oh no! Fence!
I try to move myself to avoid it but I'm to late.
SLASH!
I hit the fence and the blood flows from my right leg.
I clutch the deep gash and fall to the ground faster.
My knees hit the concrete.
I roll and fall to my side.
The last thing I see is my blood dripping on my notebook.
"Elijah...Elijah wake up." An unfamiliar voice drawled, and I moaned. Had J.T. and liberty found me again? I have to get away then! "Come on, please wake up, you're too heavy for me to carry" I opened my eyes slowly and found Clare and her tiny body hovering over mine. Her lovely blue eyes are filled with worry and concern, her face is slightly wet from tears. Was she crying over me?
"Clare? What are you doing here?" I mumbled getting up, but falling back down.
"You passed out...I was scared." She said looking down.
Now, this is completely weird. How in the world could Clare be scared of me passing out? She already made me pass out when she smashed that bottle over my head. If anything, I should be scared! I mean, Clare's violent, extremely violent, what if she breaks another bottle over my head or something!
"Why...Why are you scared!" I yelled at her, my eyes burning at the sight of her now crying face. "I wouldn't be in this mess if you didn't break that bottle over my head, I wouldn't be running for my life if I didn't pass out! I'm this way because of you! You did this to me!" I shouted at her. Clare cried harder, and began sobbing violently on the ground.
I can't think straight anymore. Everything is blurring around me, and all I can think about is that blinding anger towards Clare. She's scared, she's crying; when all she did was break a bottle over my head and leave. What about me! I was beaten, kidnapped, now bloody and broken! I'm not crying am I, no, I'm not!
Does she see this blood on me,
Coming from my skin at a rapid pace?
Does she my eyes,
Dry and full of anger?
Not a single tear right?
Does she know the real me,
That keeps me from crying,
That makes me so tough?
Will she know what makes me tick,
Why I deny these feelings I have for her,
Yet I scream at her like she's the enemy?
I see her tears,
And I examine her face.
She's an angel,
Crying so gracefully,
But I don't care.
My cold heart makes me cruel,
Cruel and unreasonable.
But when she knows the real me...
Everything is set in stone,
Never to be changed,
Never to be altered.
I give Clare a cold stare as she begins to wipe her never ending tears and running nose. She gives me another stare with the gorgeous blue eyes that are now puffy and swollen because of me. Before I could even think about telling her off, her arms are wrapped around my scrawny body. She's sobbing harder than ever into my shoulder, and I still sit there motionless. I truly hate the hugging...
But for some dumb reason...
Sparks are flying in my head.
"I'm so sorry Elijah, I'm sorry for everything!" Clare sobbed squeezing me gently. "I want to make it up to you, I want to help you...Please, don't hate me." I clenched my fists.
"No Clare, you can't fix me, I'm forever broken..." I said angrily, my whole body becoming tense.
"It's a few scratches and bruises—"
"No Clare, you can't fix me, because I'm an orphan! I was abused, neglected, and abandoned! You can't heal the scars that they brought me, nobody can!" I said pushing her off of me. "I'm a bad guy Clare, so get away while you can!"
"Elijah...your parents are probably going through a rough time right now—"
"Now! They've been gone for years! They're dead to me! I don't care about them and I never will; so shut up and stop acting like you know me!" I'm so frustrated by her naiveness.
Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me.
Why must I yell everything out of anger?
Why must I tell people my problems when I hide them?
I build up these walls to protect my underlying secrets.
Those walls stand tall until one little soldier,
The tiniest of all soldiers,
Shoots a cannon, and everything crumbles.
Little by little,
Brick by every brick, the walls fall.
I stand there in the middle,
Looking at the mess created,
Wondering how long it'll take to build them back up.