Left Behind (ON HOLD cause into lazy to write)

Prologue:

Getting left behind sucks. There is no easy way to put it. If you get left behind by a friend or an acquaintance, it hurts, but not as much. If you get left behind by your family, the people who are supposed to make sure you're okay, love you, and care for you, it hits differently. My cousins left me all the time. I just wanted to fit in with them and be a part of their little group.

When someone leaves you, it feels like someone stabs your heart and twists the knife. The more it happens, the more you get used to the pain. It's something you feel will never stop. Like an addiction to drugs; you can't get rid of it, you can't stop, and you are used to the pain that it takes you through. The pain gets worse as time goes on. You realize things probably won't change at all. People will never stop leaving you behind. For some stupid reason, you push on, trying to make everything better, even though it isn't always going to get better.

Elliot's POV

My life has always been relatively okay; I have a loving brother and a somewhat loving family. When I came out as bisexual, they were pretty accepting. Dad said he still loves me, but I don't know anymore. That was two years ago. Now I'm 17 and my life is bad. My dad became a druggie and an alcoholic. I blame it on myself. Logan, my 19 year old brother says I shouldn't, but I don't know. Things have been rough. I can't make sense of my life anymore. My mom said it is my fault. She blames me for everything. She doesn't help. They aren't physically abusive, but they are definitely emotionally abusive. They feed us and pay for our college, making us feel bad when we complain at all. So I am just alone now. My support system left me behind.

When they told us we were moving, I honestly didn't care. I wished they would leave me behind and forget about me. I really couldn't live my life like that with them anymore. I had just given up on them. I couldn't be alone though; I needed my brother too much. Logan, my brother, is the ideal kid: quiet as a baby, a responsible young adult, and never gets into trouble. I am the exact opposite. I lost my virginity at 15 to say the least of it.

I haven't stayed with anyone for too long because I lose feelings too quickly. I never want to be too attached to someone because they could break my heart to the point of no return. They could cheat, lie, or leave me in the dust because I was "not moving quick enough". Trust issues at their finest, I guess. Thanks mom and dad.

Here we are in the midst of another party. This one is big. The music is blasting and my ears are ringing. The red cup in my hand contains water because I'm not really in the mood to get drunk out of my mind tonight. They're just about to start a game of Never Have I Ever, and I guess I'll play that. Nothing better to do.

"Yooo, Elli, whatcha doing here homie?"

Oh no, my ex, my first boyfriend, my first fuck, you know that guy.

"..Hey..?"I shakily replied. I'm not used to this.

"Yoooo, you should meet this person," he said. We are okay friends now...I guess. That's how he wanted it to be anyways.

I am somewhat gay. I don't like labels because I never wanted to be confined to one thing. I'm not a cheater, but I like setting my boundaries wide, just in case.

"Okay dumbass where are they?" I replied, gaining back some of my confidence from earlier.

"Just over...there!" I looked around in the direction he was pointing and I saw them.

Well, I could definitely get somewhere with them.A/N 

Thank you to my editor/co-writer, and best friend. She has made this book come to life.\ShantiClara Thank you so much for supporting this book cause I know you love it.