𝖬𝗂𝗌𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾 - 𝖤𝗒𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌

35

Chapter thirty six

" Teddy Duchamp, Age 17. Killed by a gun wound to the chest. He died trying to stop a robbery"

I sat there emotionless as the TV sounded the room.

Eyeball felt awful as well. He had never seen me like this, anyone for that matter.

He was with me at all times, making sure I didn't do anything to hurt myself.

He sat next to me changing the channel of the TV.

" Rich-ie....?" I croaked.

He turned to me, surprised I spoke.

" You need something? Anything?"

" Where are my drugs richie"

He frowned. " Your not getting them"

" I dont wanna feel-" tears streamed out of my eyes "- like this anymore.. please-"

" No, it wont help. Theres no avoiding it baby and I am so sorry.."

I shook my head " Make me forget it.. Please just make me forget everything"

He sighed unhappily " I- I dont know how.."

" Then give me my stuff. im begging you!" I cried out.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't loose me.

" lets just go to bed"

" No! no.. I can never go back in there. "

He tilted his head " Why not..?"

I shook my head and brought my knees up to my chest " To- To many memories... This town.. I need to leave I cant stay here" I shuttered. I stared at the coffee table wide eyed and my eyes started watering.

" Elliot, I'm gonna help you face this. Always."

" No! I want to leave. I have to leave I cant stay here!"

He shook his head " You dont got anywhere to go"

I stood up " I dont care If im homeless I cant live here anymore."

Before I could leave he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a hug.

I felt stunned as his arms held me tightly. I felt weak in his arms.

I slowly wrapped my arms around his back and started sobbing into his shoulder.

My knees felt weak and he slowly sat down on the floor. I immediately cuddled into him as much as I could, I couldn't stand these feelings.

" i've got ya.. I'll always be right here"

I sniffled and nodded slowly.

-

Months had passed, he didn't even get a real funeral. He was just buried so all our friends and I gathered around his grave to make our own funeral.

I didn't feel any better though. Its like my heart broke, literally. Why? Because I lost something so special, and not some cheap relationship.

At this point Eyeball practically moved in, he wouldn't leave my side out of fear.

I couldn't bring myself to do anything anymore. I lost all motivation, and I felt numb. So numb, and emotionless.

" You want icecream?" Eyeball asks, trying to make out a smile to me.

I just stared at him " Not in the mood"

He sighed. " I-I'm trying okay? I dont expect you to be over him by now but you gotta accept hes gone. Its so depressing for everyone... me. I love you and I want you to be happy, but i don't know what to do anymore."

I shrugged " Just leave then"

He furrowed his eyebrows " What?"

" I'd be so much weight taken off of your shoulders in you just left. Give up on me I dont give a shit."

He shook his head " Im not doing that. Why dont you get out and do something? Try and get away from the house for once"

" Im good."

He sighed " Do you want anything from me?"

I looked at him. He seemed so depressed. I felt bad.

I looked down and sighed.

I just laid and rested my head on his shoulder " I'm sorry.. I just.. I dont know what to do anymore. He was the only one I had during every single downfall in my life"

( A/N; im not tearing up because i totally dont get emotional over people losing other people and shit. You are )

" Lets go to bluepoint, get something to eat, some fresh air, and find something to do. Occupy ourselves."

I sighed but nodded.