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?


1. Years

Hey it's Louis, I'm not here right now. leave a message. beeeeep.

"Hi Louis, it's me. Your phone is probably dead I assume, but I wanted to let you know I'm out of the hospital. I'm still in a lot of pain, and I have this ugly scar, but I'm just glad to come home now. I know you didn't mean it when you said if anything happened to me, you'd be gone. Because I'm fine really, I promise. I'll be okay. Call me back, I love you will all my heart. Talk to you in a bit."

"It's been a couple weeks, I still can't get ahold of you. I went by your house to see how everything was, but no one replied. You're still in my thoughts, I'm worried about you, I love you. Call me back, bye."

"I know I'm probably being a bother, but five months have passed, please answer my calls. I love you."

"I need you right now, I don't understand why you aren't answering me. But I love you.."

"It's been a while, and I kind of figured you wouldn't answer. I know you didn't get a new phone, your sister told me. I mean come on, Its been almost a year, let it go."

"Thinking of you, I still care about you."


"I get the hint. Goodbye, Louis..."

The other end of the phone line went blank, signaling it was time to hang up, again. My thumb laid over the 'end' button, which meant so much more than just stopping the phone call, I was ending a lot more. It was the last phone call I made to him when I finally realized he was over it. Even though I wasn't. But that was years ago. Four years ago, Louis left me stranded. He left me broken. Now I had a little scar that still coldly reminded me of him, when he walked out of my life. -

The water was cold, my toes wiggling in the golden sand before me, mind wandering off to the horizon in the distance. From afar I heard Lily scream for me to go inside and socialize, but I pretended I didn't hear her, letting the ocean water splash against my feet and the hem of a very expensive dress I purchased last week for my graduation dinner. Only, little did I know I'd ditch the get-together, and ruin the fancy gown; walking the endless bay of the beach house that belonged to a family member I rarely ever spoke too. It was my high school graduation celebration after all, but my cares were elsewhere.


Besides, I didn't really enjoy the thought of my family all together in the same room, as I knew it'd bring a call for conversations on my choices in the past. When I was a freshman and how I've progressed for the better since then. Not like I did anything wrong in the first place. But that argument was still left to be won on my part. "Ellie! Come inside, mom wants you to start your goodbye's with everyone as well!" I heard Nicky join Lily in the attempt to get me inside the house, so after a few more minutes of my daydreaming I turned on my heel to slug back into the dinner party.


When I reached the crowded room, I received a numerous of kisses to my left and right cheeks, aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents all squeezing me goodbye for tomorrow. I tried to assure them that I'd only be gone until the fall, when my summer college courses were over at UNI. But they all insisted I was moving light years away. Which at most times I wish I was. The next hug was held by my father, holding a very pregnant Martha at his side as if she were some valuable diamond to him. He gripped me into a snuggle grunting his famous annoying noise that made my nose scrunch in embarrassment. "I'm proud of you, El." He nodded. I mumbled a quiet 'thank you', ignoring Martha's presence in the nicest way possible. It was usually like this, I'd slip past her without saying a word, the awkward tension obviously still lying there from years ago when her daughter tried to kill me. Martha was ashamed, and felt bad, and I understood, but it was best to keep things unsaid for a while. Though a while turned into nearly four years, and when she announced her pregnancy with my 'new baby brother', let's just say I knew I'd stay mute for much longer. My dad excused himself from the room from an interrupting phone call, notifying Martha it was Chelle's school calling in. Chelle's School was a hidden term for the asylum she was locked up in when she -again- overdosed on pills, guilt and pain building up after her attempted murder. I didn't feel the slightest of bad for her, she deserved everything that came her way.


I crossed myself on a bar stool, fiddling with my charm bracelet, nodding and smiling and pretending to be apart of the conversing. My fingers traced over the empty charm that use to hold the key to my heart, my mind drowning back to that midnight memory, and anger swelling inside that he could just leave me like that. That Louis could leave me so broken..

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