POV Eliot
I said it before and I say it again; school sucks with all the letters, my mom no longer thinks it's convenient for me to continue missing so here I am. Seeing all the stupid of my companions, some remain watching others ignore my presence
And I appreciate it, I hate having to pretend to be nice to them that would be very hypocritical of me and I will be anything but someone who pretends to like everyone.
—Hey Eliot, how are you?–Who is this garden gnome?– I just wanted to tell you that ...
—Sorry to interrupt your false kindness, but ¿who are you?
—My name is Oliver and I have been your classmate for a year.
—The nerd boy, it's not that he wants to bother you — I clarify when I see his annoyed face — but you're the one who participates the most in classes
—I just wanted to tell you about your grades
¿Why would a nerd be interested in my grades? I am aware that my grades have dropped a lot these months and clearly I am going to repeat, so I do not see any point in continuing to come my desire to come to class is like my desire to live.... there isn't.
Oliver is a boy that I give him 1.53 height (1.57 maximum) he has round glasses, brown hair, he will not be as muscular as the stupid ones here but he has his shape oh and he has green eyes.
—I don't understand why you want to talk about it with me
—Well, the director told me what happened to you and the situation you're going through.
Why does the teacher take so long? I have always wondered why teachers delay, before I thought they fucked each other (which sometimes I thought was true) but sometimes later I thought. The teachers (some) are worth their students and seek a few minutes of peace before facing all these who call themselves human.
—...and that's why I think it's a good idea.
—What? Sorry I didn't hear you.
—If I can be with you today to help you raise your grades, it is your only chance not to repeat the year.
—Sorry, I can't today after class I'm busy.
—Busy with what?
—To cut my veins and sink into my misery, what do you care.
—Come on, I need you to do your part, I'll help you with the subjects that cost you more and then I'll go.
The teacher enters and everyone returns to their places but Oliver's asshole decides to sit next to me, my mood today is like when you expect the day to be beautiful but it ends up being shit. Math class is something I hate with all my might
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Now that you named that lady, she left me about 20 messages and I did not respond to any, I know how my aunt is literally every decision she is going to make, she tells my mother to give her the go-ahead or bad.
Zamira always told me that my aunt was like a scared deer but that one day my mother would tell her the wrong decision and she wanted to be alive for when that happened, they still hadn't taught her her lesson.
Zamira got along well with my parents, they did not have such an intimate relationship, but she appreciated them as they did her ... I always made fun of her because she became shy when my parents were present, sometimes I did not recognize her.
But when we were alone it was the real zamira who would sit at my window to start singing the songs that we have stored in a drawer.
I come out of my reverie when the teacher leaves 5 sheets with mathematical exercises, and this? I'm sorry but I don't speak Taka Taka
—The teacher said that it is a work for couples, you must do it with the partner next to you.
—And my day can't go to shit anymore, right?
—You could be a little more positive and I don't know, start studying
—Wait a second–I cover her eyes and put on my fake smile– I'm damn happy that my death will come one day.
—If zamira were here she would hit you, I'm sure
—Your words just make me want to hit you, don't name her, okay?
—Anyway, I'll walk you home and we'll do the job.
I did not realize that most of the apes had left the room like the older gorilla, I gathered my things and I walked quickly to the exit because I was arguing with four eyes I forgot that I have to go to the psychologist.
—Wait for me– I listen in the distance but I don't stop– fuck Eliot because you have such long legs
—It's not my fault I was born tall and I would ask you not to follow me anymore.
I put on my headphones to stop listening to him, for God's sake I thought he was going to give up but he doesn't, there is also a reason why he doesn't accompany me to the psychologist; Isaac, I have this feeling that he's not going to like Oliver.
I am unlucky that my psychologist's private office was close to the school, mom is a damn, she has the face of an angel but ...
—Princess!!
Shit, I see how Isaac is the one who opens the door for me, although now I don't know if it's Isaac or Matt, whichever they are, they don't have good intentions
—who is this?
—Who is the four-eyed doll?
–Isaac please–I tell him with zero desire to fight–and Oliver waits here while I go with my psychologist
I open the door of his office and the man is startled today is my day that if you die it will be worth poop because I am not here to bear other people's misfortunes
—My life has become more shit than it already is !!, And I swear I don't know how not to commit suicide
—Well ... nice day for you too Eliot.
—I'm sorry doctor, the falsehood of people makes me tired. Do you think people are good? Well they are not.
—Eliot not all people go out there to hurt people
—What do you know? All my life, the only thing people did was hurt me.
—Do you not want anyone to enter your life because you have not yet overcome zamira or because of your depression?
I never thought about why I would kick out everyone who approached me, but people only came to me because of Zamira's death, they did it out of pity, and I don't want anyone around right now.
Not when I am that I fall apart if someone approaches me I want it to be because the stupid wants it, not because I have depression or because of hurt.
-i...
I was about to speak but several voices are heard outside and it is not as if they are having a friendly conversation, rather, it seems as if they are arguing.
—This boy is going to make me green gray, I'll go see what happens
—I accompany you sir, a colleague came with me and I told him to wait outside.
When we both go outside we see Isaac holding Oliver's shirt tightly, please someone threw a brick at them. I address them with a bored gesture and manage to push Isaac away from Oliver
—One more step and I'll break your metrosexual face, understand?
—Please Eliot, try
I roll my eyes and take Oliver by the arm to leave here I don't feel like fighting or listening to a madman.
—Is this how I teach you to defend yourself, your friend? At least she's dead so she doesn't see how her friend is a ...
I go back and hit him in the face, then I grab him by the shirt to kick him in the stomach, I can take anything from me but no one will talk about her.
—I don't want you near me because otherwise I'm going to kill you next time and it's not a threat
He stares at me with fury in his eyes but that is worth three shits to me, I think it was a mistake to ask him for help I think all I do is make bad decisions and trust people I shouldn't.
—Answering your question doctor, I don't want anyone to enter my life because every time they do it ... it's to hurt me, I think I suffered and I suffer enough that people come to break me over and over again every time I want heal.
I do not let him answer me because I end up leaving that place quickly, that is one of the reasons why I always wonder why people decide to be with me? Why do they want to enter my life if they are going to hurt me?
That makes me more and more insecure ... that's why I always think that I am the one who is wrong, because maybe it is me, and then people get tired of my attitudes. But whenever I try to change something about myself, people keep hurting me
—Eliot!!—I hear Oliver's voice behind me but I ignore it–stop stupid.
—Go home Oliver, rest assured that I have not planned to die ... not tonight
I continue on my way but I'm not going home, I don't feel like going there so I decide to go to the cemetery because at least I'll be alone for a few minutes, without psychopaths, without mothers who fill your head with their reproaches. Only peace
—I hate you–I yell at Zamira's grave–because you had to leave me, because we had to make that damn trip, huh? I am alone!!. They ripped you out of me so fast–I hit the floor with force –I am having a hard time following zami, I think I don't have enough strength as you thought.
When I think I can get out of this dark well that surrounds me something comes and sinks me again, I want to surrender, I want to stop suffering, I need a little peace. In this world the only way to have peace is to die or keep fighting, I think I decide more the first
—If we hadn't argued, you wouldn't be dead. Little sister, please come back, I'm giving up more and more.
I look at the photo on her tombstone that smile that I always carry she was unique, rare in every sense of the word ... a little crazy about books I must admit she always fell in love with one and when they killed him or something happened she played music sad and sang at the top of his lungs.
—I found you princess
—You found me, now go before I kill you
-Yes and stay calm that you are out of the investigation, I don't want to have you around so go
He turns me around and I look at him wanting to stamp a tombstone on his head, he tries to give me a hug but I push him away ... bloody idiot
—Are you serious?–He gets closer to me but I push him again with more force–enough Eliot.
—I told you to get out!– I yell at him and he hugs me forcibly–let go of me, you damn stupid, I'm going to put a tombstone for you ...
—Shhh–she shuts me up and laughs– forgive me little one I didn't mean that
—But you said it–I feel like my voice breaks– I can't forgive you for that.
—It was Matt, Eliot I would never mess with Zamira–he whispers near my ear and I freeze for a moment–believe me I would never say something like that, I understand your pain, prince
—Isaac
—tell me
—Let me go–I step on his foot and he shrinks in pain–I don't want your damn apologies. I want you to listen to me well because I won't repeat it, I don't want you near me.
I didn't even take three steps that the damned man slammed me against a tree and his expression was serious, cold with that smile that would make anyone's hair stand on end.
—There's something I told you on the ceiling but it seems like you're deaf, I don't follow anyone's orders–he brings his face close to mine and the desire to spit on him is huge– so I won't leave you alone, if you want me to. leave alone it will be killing you
—Then do it ... because I'm getting tired already
He shakes his head, this boy is starting to make me gray, because when I speak he takes things as if they were a game.
—I still don't have you the way I want you to, but when I do you will have fallen into my little game.
Are you serious? Do you wear hairy chest macho style and in seductive mode?–I hit her shoulder–keep dreaming ... I only focus on her right now–I look at my best friend's grave–I don't have time for games of a stupid psychopath.
—It was murder, so I checked the folder when I gave it to you and when I did some things ... I discovered that someone cut the brakes
—Did someone want to kill Zamira?
—I'm afraid that if prince ...
—Eliot–I interrupt–for you I am Eliot, nothing like a prince
—I'm sorry but you're a prince in distress so the nickname fits you, as I said–he puts a hand on the side of my head leaning on the tree–someone wanted to kill them but their plan went wrong, so they are surely looking for you.
—To kill me too
—Exactly, but stay calm we'll find out who the wretch was, and I'll make him pay myself.
—I already told you that you are not on the task
—I told you that I don't follow orders– leave a little kiss on my cheek
—Why was it?
—Because yes–he shrugs–come on, I'll walk you home
He lets go of me and heads out of the cemetery .... The cemetery! He gave me a kiss on the cheek in the middle of the cemetery, what disrespect for the dead
<< God does not approve of this, sinner>>
I roll my eyes and manage to reach him until he stops just a few steps from me, this stupid man can't want anything from me in the sexual sense because, I don't sleep with boys.
I support the LGTB community to death but I was never attracted to a boy or even like him, and having sex with the pos does not attract my attention.
—You should stay away from Oliver, if you don't want Matt to kill him
—Why? He didn't do anything wrong
—Take my advice, ¿yes? It's not jealousy or anything just...stay away
—I will think about it, I see it very well
The way home is quiet enough, I would say, but silence is not something you enjoy ... it's as if you want to say anything but it doesn't come out and the "awkward silence" is created.
I recently remembered something my mother had said to Aunt Dani when she came to ask about her decisions; You will never have to ask people for help because there will be people who will not help you if it is not for their benefit, because that is how people are Dani, if it is not something that will benefit them they will immediately let go of your hand.
—Well, we arrived.
—Isaac, can I ask you a question?
—If that's why Matt hit Bambi's face–we laughed at that stupid nickname–I have no idea.
—Quiet, it's not that, ammm. Are you homosexual?
—I'm straight in every sense of the word–I see how he gives me a mocking smile–Why? You're already falling in love with me, I'm sorry little but you're not my type.
—Hey, stupid, I'm straight too–I give him a push–that's fine, so I'm calm that you won't fall in love with me
—Believe me Eliot I could never fall in love with you.
—Well, I wouldn't want to fall in love with you either, so nothing just that–I look for the keys to my house and when I find them I'll open the door–now you can go.
—Eliot.
—What?
—It's really what I told you, the only way to leave you alone is for me to kill you and do whatever I want with you.
—Then I think you'll never leave me alone, rest Isaac.
I watch him go and I wonder if the one who said that was Isaac or Matt, eliot, what do you think? your head must be focused on the investigation, now that we know they want to kill me I must be careful
I already have several suspects in my sights and if one of them took away my best friend, they would pay dearly
I go into my room and throw all the books that were on my shelf, my songbook ends up broken on the floor like my computer ... Why?
I hear a glass break and I see that it is the photo where I am with Zamira, she was dressed in a black dress and white shoes (always with strange tastes), that was our last Christmas.
—This is not a promise, I swear little one that the imbeciles who murdered you will pay for this — I wipe the tears that fall uncontrollably from my little eyes.
Good people always have tragic endings ... we'll see if bad people will also like to have a different ending.
author's note
Did I already say that I love these two? Why does isaac distrust oliver?
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