Melancholy

CHAPTER ONE

He literally won't shut up. It's taking me all my willpower to hold myself back from strangling him. I clench my jaw from the tension.

"Jensue is literally a piece of shit, he walks around with his hands in his pocket like some ugly, crippled, mafia boss. I hate him, do you? Cause if you don't I'm burying you when you sleep." He babbles.

I stop dead on my feet. Slowly turning my head towards his painful face, "Goddamn it Kenjeno— why did I give you my milk carton 2 years ago at some psychic hospital." I rant.

"Because you love me, that's why." He grins.

I bury my fist into his gut. Kenjeno stifles a scream. The sight of his pain pulls my lips into a smile. I walk away from him, shoving my hands into my pockets.

"Wait—" I hear him say before I turn around and see him limping towards me with his hand on his stomach, obviously hurting.

He laughs painfully before saying, "Better question, why were you at a psychic hospital in the first place, hmm?"

The question irritates every calm cell in my body. "Better question, didn't I tell you're dumbass a million times? And didn't I tell you to stop asking me annoying questions?" I mock back.

"One, partly wrong, and two, no, you didn't tell me to stop asking annoying questions." He says confidently.

I give him a side look.

"You keep telling me the same answer to the same question I ask you, 'shut up Kenjeno, be quiet Kenjeno, stick your arm down your throat Kenjeno' " He whines.

"What do you want me to say?" I roll my eyes and walk faster. The cold autumn breeze whips me back as I fight to push through.

Kenjeno catches up, "I want you to tell me the truth, the whole story."

I shake my head, "What's in it for you? Why do you want to know so badly?"

"Uh—hello? I'm your best friend, just a fun fact—you know if you're interested." He throws his hands up.

I take a deep breath and exhale. "I never told anyone, due to the memories associated with the story, if I tell you, you'll have to promise me not to tell anyone, not at school, not at home, not even to your stuffed animals."

"I don't have stuffed animals, what are you talking bout'—" He laughs nervously.

I jerk my head towards him and give him a 'I'm not buying it' look. Kenjeno swallows, scratching his head. I press my eyelids together, "Just promise— Okay?"

I'm now looking into his dark eyes, waiting for his promise. Kenjeno looks around confused, "Man, I don't think I could do this Ella—"

I nudge his shoulder, "Kenjeno—"

"Okay,okay, I promise." He smiles.