Changes

10.

Elliot

I'm sitting on the toilet lid,  crying rivers while both Alex and Marcus are knocking on the door, telling me to come out. But I won't,  not in this state. I can't let them see me like this.

"You wet yourself, didn't you?" Alex suddenly asks "But that's okay,accidents happen" he says calmly.

I know that he is trying to make me feel better but it doesn't work. It actually makes it worse. Because having accidents like this at the age of seventeen is not normal. It's weird and gross.

My shoulders shake as I keep on crying like a big baby. No matter what I do, the tears won't stop coming. After a while, the crying turns into a hiccup, which is even harder to get rid of. And that makes me even more upset than before.

I am a complete mess right now and there is nothing I can do about it.

A knock is being heard again and this time it is Marcus. "Please, open the door" he pleads.

Can't they just leave me alone?

Alex

Marcus and I are both standing outside the bathroom, being worried about our friend who is in there on the other side of the door, crying his eyes out.
We just want to help but he won't cooperate.

"Elliot, it's okay" I say "We can help you if you just open the door"

"It's okay" Marcus says to me and puts his hand on my shoulder "If he doesn't want to, he doesn't need to. Maybe it's better to leave him alone for a bit."

"But he is crying in there" I say and point at the door "and he won't stop". I raise my voice a little bit at the last part.  Just to show how serious I am about this.

"Yes, I know" Marcus says "But for now, maybe it is better for us to give him some privacy. To give him some time."
He takes his hand off my shoulder and takes one step back.

I just sigh and nod because I'm too tired to argue right now."Yeah, you're probably right. We'll give him some space"
After saying that, I make my way towards the livingroom with Marcus right behind me. We sit down on the couch and I start the tv, searching for something fun to watch.

Elliot

After a while the crying stops and I wipe away the last tears running down my cheeks. I take a few deep breaths, pulling myself together before I decide to stand up. As I do that a small cold breeze comes at me and reminds me of the wet spot on my pants, by the crotch area. Right.
I pull my pants off and my underwear right after that,tossing them on the bathroom floor.
Thinking that it would be a good idea to take a shower, I also take of my t-shirt.
Before stepping into the shower, I unlock the door, open it and stick my head out. "I'll take a shower" I say loud and clear. Without expecting an answer  or even knowing if anyone heard me, I close the door, locking it again and step into the shower.

When I'm done, feeling clean and fresh again, I take a towel from one of the cabinets and use it to dry my hair before I put it around my waist.
Before going out there, I look at myself in the mirror, fixing my hair and take a deep breath. This is the worst part, having to face them after all this. But here goes nothing, I guess.