Never Again Will There Be Another Chance

Chapter 11

The monsters were never under my bed

Because they were in my head

I fear not monsters

for its not monsters I see

Because after all this time,

the monster has been me.

I call Elijah.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

Voicemail. ughhh, why can't he just pick up his damn phone. I guess I'll try my luck and see if he's at school today then.

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I'm at school and still no sign of Elijah. I sigh and walk over to my locker, I put my backpack in and take out my books, notepad, and pencil case. I close my locker and was about to lock it up when I see no other than Elijah walking into the school doors, with his messy brown hair and dark blue eyes. He's wearing his casual clothes, a simple gray shirt, light blue jeans with one hand tucked into the hand pocket, such a bitch

He walks over to his locker and I hurry to lock my locker and then practically run to him. "Hi-" I said then slamming my forehead on his locker door. "Everleigh?" He asked confused and clearly not seeing me and the moment he did, he said "Everleigh! Are you okay?" ''Yea, I guess" I said, painfully rubbing my forehead. And when I look up I see a fresh bruise on his right eye. Oh no, was that my fault? "But are you okay?" "Um, yea." he said nervously, now running his hand through his hair.

"Then why the hell are you ignoring my calls?" I ask each word louder than the next. No one pays any attention to us since we both are considered "losers" in the school but still he looks around nervously and unconsciously biting his bottom lips. "I asked you a question, and stop doing that" I said unnervingly. "Doing what?" He asked, glad for the change of topic. "That" I say, gesturing to his face. "Oh" He says, putting his hand by his side, finally looking at me.

"My dad took away my phone, so I didn't see your messages" He says, and now looking at his feet. "Oh" I say, looking anywhere but his bruised face. The unspoken question swirls around us, Did I cause that?''

Who knows how much trouble you can get in by seeing something you aren't supposed to see.

Both of us not knowing what to say and at the same time waiting for the other to say something. THE DEAFENING SILENT.

Finally I give in and ask "how's your face?" He takes a deep breath and answers the unspoken question buzzing so loud "It wasn't your fault Everleigh" "Well it sure seems like it" I mutter and then before he can say anything I hurry to add "I'm sorry." He looks at me for a second and says "Its okay, I should be the one to say sorry" And before I can argue he changes the topic and says that we should probably get to class

And we do.