Ellen White’s palms poured an oily liquid as his body trembled faster than a toy bobble-head. He pulled the blonde bangs from his eyes, taking brief, deep breaths between small intervals of panicking.
“What are you so worried about?” Ellen’s friend, Phoenix, called from across the room, stretching his legs and reaching for his toes.
“Shut up,” Ellen rolled his eyes, and tried to control his mindless trembling, yet his intent seemed fall backwards when it made the problem more severe. Phoenix came over, holding a …show more content…
Ellen averted his eyes and nodded his head, as to say ‘hello’. “I hope you’re doing well…”
It seems as if she was trying to create a conversation. Ever since Angelic’s death, he became quite distant with everyone, really. Her voice was gentle, but noticeably desperate. Noticing Ellen didn’t reply, his mom looked around awkwardly and breathed in uncomfortably. “Well…” She continued. “You have a visitor.”
Ellen’s curiosity started to turn, but it wasn’t out of the norm. After Angelic’s funeral, lots of family members and close friends came to see how he was doing. Every time they asked him, though, it seems by instinct he would say he was fine; because he was never good or bad or okay.
Fine was the perfect answer. Fine was just in the middle of everything. Every part of self-hatred and sorrow hid behind his ‘fine’. And they seemed to believe it. They eventually stopped coming after his redundant reply, and he stopped talking to them as well. He mainly spoke to himself in his thoughts. Surprisingly, it was comforting. It was like another soul lived in his mind. Shortly, he forgot that voice in his head was himself, and he communicated with it