She's Dangerous (Sequel to He's Dangerous) [COMPLETE]

Marcel was back but nothing was the same. It was hard returning to the way they were when they could barely remember it. Without Marcel Ella had to mature, grow up. Although growing up is exactly what Marcel wants to prevent. Once Ella starts growing up, she'll start making the same mistakes that Marcel did and he didn't want her to end up guilty over something
she had no intention to do. Life has been hectic since he got back and it's not calming down any time soon. Marcel and Ella are back in full action with new drama. Lies. Tears. Smiles and memories to be made. Want to follow them on their adventure? Read She's dangerous.


39. Pure Nothing *unedited* [10 chapters left]

Ellas PoV


   I laid on the ground for what could have been years, but in reality was a long amount of minutes. I didn't think, I didn't cry. I just laid. I stared at an empty ceiling, wishing a storm could blow it off and take me with it. Yeah, things would break but aren't I already?

   I sniffled, my nose read, and my throat smeared with a burning. Or maybe if I closed my eyes, I could go back to the day of the party. Not go. Never cross Marcels vision. Yet I did. And soon after I so foolishly let him in. I promised not to tell guys anything to quick yet there I was, tripping over my feet to fix such a broken man. In ways we were similar, yet infinitely different.

   I let my feelings break me, and he let them make him different. He let the world change him, and now his hate for everything that has happened, continues to break ground in our relationship. Well, our ex-relationship. In so many ways, I could say I'm no different. I could say I let so many things push me from Marcel, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. I'd much rather inflict on somebody elses flaws then dwell on mine, even if it's the wrong thing to do.

   My breathing steadied, and the dark clouds within me were polar opposites to the weather outside. Lucid, and vivid.

   I don't know how long it took, but I finally sat up, my blood circulating in all the sparse areas. I sighed, the birds chirping outside which annoyed me to no extent. I was in the same house as a murderer. I've kissed a murderer. I told a murderer I loved him.

   The thought sickened me, and I rolled my eyes. Not at the thought. Not at Marcel. Just at solely myself. I felt a burning hate at myself. But then I felt nothing. Back to the usual. A endless pit of nothing.

   Could I feel it forever? Probably.

   I stared at the wall, never once moving. Not to eat, not to drink, not to sleep. I stared at the wall, pitying myself over everything I've gone through when I knew I didn't have to bad. I wasn't homeless. I had food in the fridge, whether I refused to eat it or not. Once night dawned, everything around me finally fit how I felt. Dark.

   Maybe it fit Marcel too! After all, he was the darkness I feared. From the beginning and until forever. It was early morning; Marcel stumbling down the stairs, half asleep. I wanted to move away from him, but I stayed glued to my position of staring at the wall.

   "Ella? Did you sleep?" He asked, walking over to me. My heart was running towards the hills, leaving my body to stay unblinking, admiring the beauty of voidness.


   "Ella? Please answer me. I screwed up and I want to make it up to you but I'm all out of options. I was just near fifteen! I followed people and I'm sorry." Marcel pleaded, crouching down beside me, as his hand rest on my shoulder. I shrugged him off, never breaking my trance as I sighed, tears beginning to build in my eyes.

   "Please don't do this Ella...please..." He cried, as I shook my head slightly. The first movement I made in days and it was to look into his emerald eyes. Which I wish I hadn't. A fresh layer of tears glossed them over, one single falling down. I made no reaction, turning back to look at the wall.

   "I'm sorry, but you have to do something! You haven't eaten, or drank anything! You haven't even gone to the damn bathroom!" Marcel exclaimed. Normally I'd laugh but not today. Or maybe never. I was fine with either.

   "Can you even talk?"

   I wanted to prove him wrong and speak, however he was right. I couldn't even muster a hum...a squeak. All that left my lips was silence. It seems I had overwhelming bears of that lately.

   I felt my body grow lighter. My skin grow tired, my stomach go empty but I did nothing to fix it. I let myself sit and fade away into nothing.




I don't care what people say when were together! :D Hehe, im listening to Happily :D Anyways, Marcella is going to be going through some serious shit soon!!!


Ella moves at the end of the book ;)


Anyways yeaaahhh love ya :) x




If you read this all comment if you think Marcella is done for~ x


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