The Next Day
Throughout the night Elisa had tossed and turned. She would fall asleep and be awoken by some horrific nightmare about Beck and the bloodied man. She had suspicions about what he was involved in and it scared the living shit out of her. Especially now that she had pushed him away. By the time light broke through her windows, her eyes were puffy from tears and she looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. She checked her phone, her heart sinking a little at the empty screen. No new texts. No missed calls. The severity of what she had done weighed heavily on her shoulders.
She couldn't be bothered to get dressed, other than to throw on a pair of sweats, freshen up her pony tail, and brush her teeth. When she walked down to the kitchen she hadn't expected to see her mother and father sitting there, looking at her with a disapproving stare as they always did.
"Jesus, Elisa. Couldn't you put a little more effort in than that?" Mrs. Grace said, frowning so deeply that Elisa thought her mouth may just fall off her face. The teenager shrugged her shoulders and looked down at the bowl of oatmeal that had been placed in front of her by Alan, who she hadn't previously noticed was in the room. Her stomach was begging her for it, but at the same time she was repulsed by the sight of it. She dipped the spoon in and forced a small spoonful down her mouth, followed by a second, but that was all she could manage.
"I think I'm...Uh. I think I'm going to go out for the day," She said.
"You're not going to finish your food?" Her dad asked, looking down at her bowl and back at her.
"No I'm not -" Elisa was quickly cut off by her mother saying: "She probably doesn't need it anyway. It looks like she's gained a little weight while we were gone."
Her heart broke, splintering into the tiniest of pieces. Her father looked stunned, as did Alan, but neither of them said a word. The tension in the air could suffocate them all. Elisa didn't give any of them time to, anyways, as she had already grabbed her keys and purse and walked out the door. Her head was pounding with all the thoughts that swirled around. She desperately wished she could talk to Beck, but couldn't bring herself to call. He hated her now, there was no way he didn't. She had said horrible things about the people he obviously cared about and she had pushed him away when all he did was try to help her.
She drove around for a while, before finally ending up in a kids park. It was old, some of the toys still made of metal that had now rusted. It looked like a kid hadn't been here in years, but graffiti marked nearly every inch of the place and some of the spray paint looked fairly fresh. She stopped her car and walked over to one of the swings to sit down, and it made a squeak every time she moved. She no longer felt like a human being and more like a dead girl who was just waiting for her body to catch up.