What's Best For Me? Yeah Right-Ellie

I rested my head on Ethan's chest, holding him tight. It was nice to know that I had some comfort, something pushing me, telling me that Jerry would be alright. He would wouldn't he? 

Don't say that Ellie. Never ever say that again, I thought.

I'd never been this close to Ethan, and yet I didn't feel awkward or anxious or anything. It was like he'd turned. I knew he would never do this again, this is like a fresh episode of a dramatic soap opera. The killing, the horrible sights that i've seen, it wasn't good for me. 

It wasn't good at all.


"Ellie. Me and your father have been trying to do what's best for you since you were born." mom mumbled, holding dad's hand and looking down.

"Mom, seriously. What's going on?" 

"We know how much you love this place, with all of your friends and school. You enjoy it don't you?" I nodded, "Well...with what's been going on around here. We don't think it's very safe." I stopped.

"You what?"

"Eleanor." mom breathed," We're moving." 

"What? No. No. I'm not-i'm not going anywhere." I stuttered in disbelief, holding tightly onto the sides of my chair. 

"Please. We're trying to do what's best for you." Dad interupted, smiling stiffly. I stood up.

"Your not! You're trying to do what's worse for me like when I was a child. See these?" I showed them the scars on my wrists, "You did this to me. And whether you like it or not, I am not leaving here." I stomped over to the door, grabbing my purse and my coat.

"And where do you think your going young lady?!" mom screeched at me in rage.

I paused, "Out." then slammed the door behind me.

The End

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