- Eleanor, what do you mean Pennys dead?- My dad asked from where he sat on his recliner.
I felt hot tears stream down my already stained cheeks.
- What do I mean?! What kind of question is that?! Shes dead! Not breathing! No pulse! Her heart is no longer beating! She is no longer with us! She has moved on! How many ways can I possibly put it?! She is dead! She died! Tonight!- I practically yelled. I chocked on my words due to my sobbing.
They all just kept on starring at me. Elvis was whining at my feet, looking up at me, wanting to comfort me.
But I dont think anyone could at the very moment.
- Elvis!- Jamie called. Elvis admittedly ran to Jamie and sat in front of her. He guided her over to where I was standing.
- Ela?- Jamie reached her hand out.
I tried to focus enough to reach out and grab her hand. But I couldnt even do that.
- Yeah?- I said. Jamie put her hand down and let go of Elvis.
She turned to the sound of my voice.
- What happened?- She asked.
I couldnt control myself. I let my crying take over me. Thats all I could do. I watched my best friend get killed tonight, I spent 3 hours at the hospital, just to find out she didnt pull through, and then I come home to my family who treats me like im invisible, that is, until I blurt out the my best friend is dead.
Suddenly, I was wrapped up in someones arms. I breathed in and smelled Nicks cologne. Even though I was pissed at everyone in this family, I needed some comfort right now. I needed something. I need my best friend. I needed my family to go back to how it was. Before my brothers became The Jonas Brothers. Before we moved to Dallas. And before Penny moved with us. And to take back this night. I needed this to be a dream. I needed to wake up to the sound of my alarm clock going off and to a text from Penny telling me to meet her at the beach. I needed this night to of never happened. I needed a hand to hold. I needed a family that paid attention to me.
I need to be someone else.
Too bad I cant.
- Ssshh. Its okay.- I heard Nick sooth.
That just made me cry harder.
Why cant things always be like this?
- No.- I buried my face into his chest.
He slipped his arms under my legs and picked me up bridal style. I buried my face into his shoulder and cried more. I didnt even know where I was going. My head was literally pounding. My eyes were so sore from bawling for the past 5 hours, and I couldnt even feel my legs. I needed to sleep.
- Ela, sshh, try to calm down, its okay.- I heard Kevin say from behind Nick and I.
- Noo.- I sobbed again. I could feel Nicks soaked shirt on my face. But I didnt care.
- Its going to be okay.- Joe said.
- Noo!- I practically yelled/cried.
- Ellie, ssshh. Here. Lie down.- Nick said and I was lied down. I opened my eyes and the red and white walls of my room surrounded me.
Tears where still streaming fast down my face.
- Ela, youre going to make yourself sick. Try to stop crying, sweetie.- Kevin said as he pulled back my cover and pulled them over me.
I looked around my room. Only Kevin, Joe and Nick where in my room with me. Nick was lying down next to me. Kevin was sitting on my other side and Joe was standing at the edge of my bed.
Suddenly, I felt something coming up my throat. I quickly got up from my bed and ran into my bathroom that is connected to my room.
Kevin was right, I did get sick. After I was done, I brushed my teeth about 12 times. I finally was able to control my crying. I walked back out to see my brothers in the same position as when I went into the bathroom. Joe walked over to me.
- Are you okay?- He asked as he pulled one of my light brown curls out of my face.
- No.- I sniffled.
He pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head.
-Im so sorry, sweetie.- He said. He steered me towards my bed.
- Lie down. Go to sleep.- He ordered me.
But I didnt fully understand what he was saying, because my mind was somewhere else.
sorry for the short chapter. =) hope u liked it.
question: do u like urban outfitters?
my answer:.....some things they have, but there too over-priced.
i was reading the part where it said i want my best frind to text me and say meet me at the beach, my bff of 9 years just texted me, dont make plans tom going to the beach
JennC1993 2 years ago
.......thats scary....haha.
OJDpatient3 2 years ago