She's too young: The painful truth

What if everything everyone warned you about, was true? What if it was too late to turn back? And what if the painful truth let you drop to the floor, wishing everything was the same again? Would you give it a second chance?


11. Leaving

I couldn't determine the look on Hanna's face. She appeared sort of angry, and I was afraid that she had heard Louis and I yelling at each other. I walked slower now, a million things running through my mind. She caught up with me at the end of he hall and surprised me with her concerns.

"Hey oh my god are you okay? I was looking for you everywhere. I had no clue." Nobody had a clue. Everybody around here was clueless. I just wanted to go back to the dorm. I was tired.

"I'm okay, just a little freaked out."

She nodded. I smiled and walked away, back to the dorm where it was now unlocked. I was relieved that she didn't hear what had been said. It would have taken probably a hundred years to explain to her everything that Louis and I had been through together.

Right now I was just looking forward to sleep. In the morning I didn't know what was to come. But I didn't care. My mind was set on the fight Louis and I had gotten into and I couldn't find a way around his voice streaming into my head. I felt awful for slapping him. Violence wasn't an answer to everything. Was he truly ashamed of me? Is that why he left? There were so many things I wanted to ask him and now I couldn't.

I hit him in spite. It didn't mean anything. I didn't hate him. I was angry and he doesn't understand what I've gone through. A lump formed in my throat as I covered my head with the duvet. I wanted to leave this earth and take a permanent vacation elsewhere.

But running away didn't solve anything either. There was no way out if this- except death maybe. And by death I don't mean self inflicted or suicided. I wasn't going to let Louis' fucked up antics drive me that far over the edge. I only wanted somebody to 'accidentally' push me in front of a bus. Maybe then I'd get some god damned sympathy around here.


I shot awake at around noon or so. It was unusually sunny outside and I felt groggier than ever. My bones ached and I had a terrible migraine.

It was a typical Saturday. Hanna was out with friends and I was left at the dorm alone. I had completely forgotten about my pre-final exams this morning but I didn't care at all. It wasn't required, therefore I decided not to participate.

I took a warm shower, letting the tired pour down the drain. I stared at my wiggling toes through the water, becoming lost in my thoughts. After nearly fifteen minutes of allowing the water to drain over me, I wrapped a towel around my body and hid in my bedroom once again.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, a towel secure around my chest. My phone buzzed through the pocket of my jeans I had worn the previous night. As I presumed, it was my mom calling me.

"Hello?" I answered.

"What's going on, are you alright?" She appeared to be panicked. God, she knew everything. I feared for my life.

"What do you mean?"

"Your school contacted me. They said you had an accident last night." Her voice cracked. After my incident with Chelle and her psychopathic murder attempt, mom was incredibly worried that I'd nearly die on school grounds again.

"I was using the elevator, and it broke down. We were in there for only a few hours." I explained calmly.

"We? What do you mean we?"

"Louis and I." I said, not realizing that she was absolutely clueless to the fact that Louis was enrolled here as well. She was going to kill me. As I expected, she screamed into the phone. "Louis? Louis goes to your school? You were trapped with him? Alone? For hours? Explain yourself Ellie or so help me God."

It looked worse than it had seemed. It wasn't that much of a big deal until she said it that way..

"I didn't know he went here, mom. I swear. He came to my dorm because he's dating my roommate. We were trapped in an elevator because we were both heading to the same room. Not for each other." And I didn't realize how sad it sounded when it came from my mouth.

"You've been talking to him?" She was yelling. I was embarrassed.

"No, not like that. All we've done is argue." It was the truth. Beside the minute conversation in the elevator, Louis and I had not one nice thing to say about each other.

"This is why I didn't want you leaving so far from home. I'm coming to get you in the morning. I'll dis-enroll you later. Pack your belongings."

No. This couldn't happen. I was getting better, believe it or not. My grades were great. My classes were amazing. I was going to major in English and be everything I strived for. And because of Louis once again, my dreams were being taken right from my palm.

"Mom please don't do this." I begged.

"It's too late Ellie." Her voice was final. She clicked the phone call to end and that was it. I'd be leaving campus tomorrow and I'd be likely to never set eyes on it again. I was sad.

I pulled wet strands of hair to the side of my shoulder, combing my fingers through it in distraught when there was a knock on my door. Assuming it was Hanna, I said, "Come in."

I should have stopped assuming, because most of the time my assumptions were false. Louis creaked the door open slowly. The second he figured I was only in a towel his hand shot up to cover his eyes. "What are you doing here?" I shouted.

"I want to apologize, for last night." He said quietly, walking blindly toward my dresser. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't want to hear it, Louis. I'm done."

He didn't say anything. He slid a drawer open, pulling a random t-shirt out and tossing it in my direction. I pulled it over my head, in reassurance that he wasn't looking, and I dropped the towel to the floor. The shirt fell to my knees thankfully, but the fact that I was in my towel in the first place cause more of an awkward tension in the room.

"Your mood swings are worse than mine, and I'm a girl. It's giving me whiplash." I said flatly.

"I'm just so confused with everything right now."

"So you barge into my room, while I'm in a towel? To tell me something I already know?" I was beyond aggravated. My mother was having me run from my problems as usual, and as I said before it was Louis' fault.

"First of all I didn't barge, I knocked. Second of all it's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

"Okay, that's inappropriate. Get out." I pointed to the door.

"Why?" He asked, his voice raising, although I didn't know why.

"Because I have to pack, okay?" I yelled.


"Because I'm leaving!" I moved near the closet, my arms close to my chest in discomfort.

"Why are you leaving?" Louis asked, sounding oddly disappointed.

"Because.." I couldn't tell him it was his fault. I began to feel overcome with a sensation of sadness. I couldn't do that to him. He'd never forgive himself.

"My dad is having a baby.. And.. Chelle is being released from her hospital. I need to be home with my family." It was partly true. His head dropped and he mumbled to himself.

"When are you leaving?" He asked.



His mixed signals hurt me. I couldn't tell if he was blaming himself or if he was genuinely sad about my soon absence. Either way I was still angry. Angry that I had to leave. Angry that Louis did this to me in the first place. Angry that I was running away. And I was angry that I was even alive.

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