Okay guys, so this chapter isn't going to be extremely funny, but don't worry, next chapter will be! I'm just trying to set up for future events! Anyways, read and review please! Hope you like it!
June 19... That's the date I wrote down on the ink - stained page, why, I don't know. It's October 29, I know because Melody keeps talking about the Halloween Ball in a few days, a ball that I will going to dateless, unlike my lovely friends. Rosalya has Leigh, Iris asked someone from the music club, and Melody has Nathaniel obviously. Anyways the rain is coming down in buckets. I'm sitting in my seat in class next to the window staring out not paying much attention to what's going on and what the teacher is rambling on about this time, I don't really care. It's just one of those days I want to just leave, this hasn't happened to me in a while. After that accident I was depressed and was on my medication, but I thought I had gotten better. But suddenly I'm shaking and on the verge of tears, without a second glance I bolt through the doors leaving behind the confused and shocked stares of my peers and mathematics teacher. I run blindlessly through the hallways until I come to the door at the end of the hallway. Janitors closet. My newest safe haven.
I close the door and slide down sitting in front of it. I suddenly feel so empty, I rummage around in my backpack for the pills I'm supposed to be carrying at all times, just in case for circumstances like this. My hands are shaking so badly I'm having an extremely difficult time. Finally, I find them and quickly take out two as prescribed. And two extra ones for good measure. I take them dry and become more aware of what has happened. I left the classroom in a flurry. There will be questions. Rumors even. Great, just great. I pull out my phone and plug in my earphones, place them in my ears and proceed to listen to OneRepublic. I'm lost in my own world so I don't hear the door open and am unaware that someone else is there until that person pull out my earphones.
"Ella..." That's all that's necessary before my tears coming pouring out in buckets. That melodious voice was all it took. It's been awhile since I've cried like this, not since the funeral. We just sit there for sometime, he holds me in his arms like the friend he is and places one earphone in my ear while taking the other for himself. The song Feel Again pours into my ears, I love this song. It's one of my favorites.
But with you... I feel again...
But with you... I can feel again...
I let the music carry me away, but am brought back to reality when he suddenly speaks to me, "Ella... Do you want to tell me what exactly happened in there. You just sort of got up and hurtled yourself out of there... Are you quite alright...?" His voice is laced with concern and I let the question linger there for awhile.
When I finally speak my voice comes out raspy "You know, people say they want to go to heaven, and yet... they don't want to die... Things change so quickly. Heh." I let out a small, sad chuckle. I look up at him, bad idea. He's already looking down at me, a worried, pitying expression on his face. My how I hate that expression. I'm filled with pure frustration now, I get up but feel light headed as I do and my breathing suddenly becomes erratic, I literally cannot breath. I fall, but he manages to catch me before I the floor can do me any harm. My vision becomes more blurry and full of black spots. Maybe those two extra pills were a bad idea...
As I feel myself waking up, I attempt to grasp my new surroundings. I feel a moment of panic as I realize I'm not in my apartment, but once I remember what has occurred I relax. It appears as though I've changed clothing as well. As I fondle the large cotton fabric of the shirt, I hear muffled voices coming from behind the door, that I presume to be the kitchen. I get up and make my way over being cautious as to not knock anything over. The interior design of this house looks extremely expensive.
I push through the door knowing that an explanation will be needed for what happened. Entering the kitchen I see Rosalya, Lysander, Castiel, and someone who I assume is Leigh due to the fact he's holding Rosalya's hand. They all look extremely worried and I'm instantly filled with guilt. I caused this.
Rosalya is the first to notice my presence. She drops Leigh's hand and rushes over to me almost tackling me with the force of her hug. "Oh my god, I was so worried about you Ella, NEVER do that again," she murmurs in my ear in a serious tone I've never heard Rosalya use. It appears that this little display of affection hasn't gone unnoticed by the boys, as I look over Rosa's shoulder and see their faces etched with confusion and concern.
It's Castiel who speaks up first, "You alright princess, had everyone worried there for a second," he says in his usual snarky tone. Looks like he's back to normal.
I reply, "Oh no, I'm definitely dying I can't stand it anymore. Rosalya I leave you my computer, Oh, Oh, I see the light." I grab onto the counter for more affect as I start to sink to the ground.
"Well, looks like someone is back to her sarcastic self," Castiel says with a chuckle.
"Sarcasm is just one of the many services that I offer my dear," my glance then wanders over to Lysander. I aim my voice in his direction, "Thank you Lysander, for bringing me here," when I see him about to ask I simply reply, "I'm fine," it's a lie, but I'm won't dare to tell them about what actually happened. Instead, I bring up a new subject, "Hi, you must be Leigh, I'm Ella, I've heard a lot of about you from Rosalya."
So my afternoon rolls along, me in a cotton tee borrowed from Rosalya, sitting in Lysander's kitchen conversing with Leigh as Rosa, Lysander and Castiel dubious glances about my sanity. Lovely. As. Fuck. Well, as is my life, but no I'm not complaining. Though as the sun begins to set I realize that I should be getting home soon. I bid Lysander, Leigh, and Rosalya farewell and grudgingly walk to the apartment complex with Castiel in toe.
"So princess, this is romantic isn't it? You and me, the sun setting, picture perfect right?" He laughs. I know he's just kidding but my heart doesn't stop fluttering for some reason. Who knows why...
"Ha, sorry Castiel I don't do or enjoy 'romantic walks," giving him a glance.
He looks at me replying with look that basically says "oh really?"
"Yes really," I verbally reply, but then add, "oh wait, I do enjoy romantic walks to the refrigerator, those are the absolute best," I say with a smile and he chuckles.
As we part ways when reaching the correct floor, I can't but help my face heat up when he gives me a kiss on the cheek before he enters the confines of his apartment, leaving me there in the hall, quite flustered. Oh dear...
So that wasn't as funny as usual, but it was necessary, you'll see why all in good time if you continue reading ;)
Anyways, please review and hopefully next time will be the much awaited Halloween Ball!
And a big thanks to all who have reviewed and yes, the pigeon story was from Cry - so weird but hilarious!
- fairytailrox654