It's been two days since the 'werewolves are real' incident in my backyard, and I haven't spoken to Elijah since. The first day I didn't speak a word to Death either. I didn't know what to say. Then I realized that Death, the keeper of souls, the ender of life, and all of her transcendental wisdom couldn't have told me. Death's depth and intelligence is a bottomless pit, and I, a human girl would have died falling into that void of secrets.
Now it's a brand new Monday, and I can't keep hiding from all the werewolves outside my house anymore.
"Daisy," my mom catches me hesitating by the front door. "You have to eat something." She stuffs an apple as red as her hair into my hand, despite the short stack of pancakes I chose to ignore wafting from the kitchen. I was so nervous about seeing Elijah I couldn't eat this morning, much to my mom's disappointment. I give a curt nod, noticing how my mom wrings her hands till her skin goes red in irritation.
I should attempt a conversation with her after school. I haven't really spoken to my mom more than usual this past stressful weekend either, which makes her anxious. I know she'll call a therapist if I don't speak up soon.
I don't even make it a step out of my house before freezing up. Elijah stands at my mailbox with a cup of coffee, and his skateboard under his feet. I haven't really decided how I'm going to deal with Elijah. Just like how I shut down to block out ghosts in self preservation, I do the same with conflict. I already feel my freckled face stoning over into a blank expression, and my brown eyes glueing to the sidewalk.
I can't act like nothing is the same anymore, because nothing is the same, and I don't know what to do. Taking a deep breath I force measured steps across the lawn my dad painstakingly tends to every Sunday.
"Mornin'.... I brought you coffee." Elijah offers me steaming to go cup. I shake my head, I don't drink coffee. I don't want to feel awake, I don't want that extra thrill during my days. It just makes me more fidgety, making it that much harder to block out ghosts. Elijah's frown makes me nauseous.
"Are you not talking like usual? Or are you not talking to me?" Elijah doesn't beat around the bush. I give him a shrug, completely lost for words.
"I guess that's better than the latter." Elijah grumbles as he softly rolls next to me on his skateboard. Elijah doesn't try his usual small talk as we walk, making the air between us heavy, and tense. When we reach the end of the block Elijah seems to have already had enough with the lack of conversation.
"Are you mad at me?" Elijah asks, his brown eyes burning into me. Stopping in my tracks I give Elijah a long, hard look, memorizing every line of his face, and feeling my heart clench up.
I give a small shake of my head and a shrug.
I don't know how to answer.
I feel like I'm such a stupid joke. This entire time I was isolated and tormented by ghosts werewolves were running around me. They all knew. They all knew why I couldn't talk to anyone, they all knew why I couldn't have friends. They all knew I'm a necromancer that sees dead people.
I never really minded when people just thought I was a weird mute, I didn't allow it to bother me. But people knowing that dead people ruined my life makes tears sting the back of my brown eyes.
"Understandable. Bad, but not terrible." Elijah wrings his hands through his blonde hair. He hasn't done that infamous Elijah grin of his, instead his handsome face is knotted up like he's been punched in the face. I just want to see that bright grin that always leaves me a little short of breath. I just want everything thing to be okay. I just want things to be normal, but I'll still see ghosts, and Elijah will still be covered in fur.
"Can we still walk together?" Elijah asks, his voice heavier than usual that makes my heart ache.
My red head nods quickly before I have a chance to ask myself if I still want to be around Elijah. Deep down I know it's not even a question to be asked. Elijah still doesn't grin, but the small corner of his mouth twitches as he skates to school.
Daisy: 138 words
Death: 343 words
Finn: 110 words
