Obsession

1. Boy Trouble

"Why are you sitting there like that?" I looked down on the boy sitting comfortably under the bridge. He was in work out clothes, but what made me curious were his bloody knuckles. I had just gotten out of detention from another middle school because of how mine didn't have enough funds to host their own. Which meant more walking for me and having to cross over this creepy bridge as shortcut to get home.

"Why do you care," he spoke harshly glaring up at me. I frowned and jumped over the railing since it wasn't that high. My knees slightly bend upon impact as I steady myself. I wobbled over to the mysterious boy scowling at me.

"I don't know. But hey, you should probably get that checked," I point to his blood stained knuckles. He whips his hands behind him trying to hide them.

"You're not going to leave are you?" he huffed.

"Nope." I made the P pop flashing him with a bright and friendly smile, "I'm Ellie. You are?"

"Nice name. And it doesn't matter." He spoke not introducing himself back. I crouch under the bridge and inch closer, "Why not?" He chuckles lightly while his eyes flashed an emotion which seemed to be pain.

"Because no one wants to know me," he shrugs. Before I could protest, he held his hand out.

"People are scared of me." I tilt my head observing his features. Dark brown hair growing black from his sweat, and bright gray eyes filled with hatred.

"I'd like to know you. Well more like want to know what happened to your hands," I spoke the truth. For my age, I've always been curious about everything. My mom used to scold me for being too curious to the point of almost burning the house down.

"Like a friend does?" he asked hopefully. I smiled at the thought. Besides my two best friends, I didn't have any other friends because of my status as the social outcast.

"Yes. Let's be friends!" my voice echoes through the bridge making me blush. I probably looked like a desperate idiot. "Promise?" He reaches his hand and held his pinky out. I shrug and tangled mine with his, "I pro-"

"Freeze!" A loud voice booms behind us making me jump in place. I hit my head causing me to get a concussion so bad, black dots started clouding my vision.

One blink, I see police officers taking the boy away while I hear muffled noises of him screaming my name covered by an annoying ringing in my ears.

Another blink, I felt tears roll down my cheek as they push him on the ground. The boy stares at me the whole time mouthing, "Promise me." I release a blood curling scream not knowing what the heck was happening around me. The sight of police officers, the ones who were supposed to protect us, tackling down a child my size sent shivers down my spine.

Last blink, my hearing improves and I yell, "I promise!" Darkness takes over.

Mom then explained why the cops had to violently take the boy down. He murdered a boy our age from his football team.

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The beeping noise of my alarm clock echoes in the silent room. I sluggishly raise my arm out of the warm covers and swat around aiming for the evil thing. The room goes back to being silent- success.

"Ellie get up," mom spoke behind my door. I groaned in reply shifting in the covers. Sitting up, I squint my eyes open, and the light seeping through my curtains instantly blinds me. I take refuge by slamming my face back on my pillow even though I knew I have to get ready for school.

But with my luck, I'd get detention for being late even if I had straight A's. All my teachers can dump homework, quizzes, and tests on me. I'll get them done with ease. I was just never really the best with being on time. Not my forte. School isn't even about learning anymore.