Eliza's POV
I stumbled through the streets, my legs numb and uncoordinated, as if they belonged to someone else. The world around me blurred, colors bleeding together in a maddening whirlwind. I felt like I'd been walking for an eternity, my feet heavy, my head spinning like a top.
Somehow, I managed to drag myself home, my vision tunneling to a tiny pinpoint. As I burst through the door, I frantically scanned the room for my water bottle, my parched throat screaming for relief. But it was empty, taunting me with its dryness.
I stumbled into the kitchen, my heart racing, my lungs burning. The room swirled around me, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of chaos. My eyes blurred, and my vision began to fade. I grasped the edge of the sink and turned on the faucet.
The cool water gushed out, and i stored them in my bottle. I drank greedily, water spilling down my chin, soaking my uniform.
I felt a little well. I entered my room and lied on the floor. I held my head tightly. I slowly closed my eyes.
"Eliza " I heard Lily's voice.It was so soft. It was like she always called me. "Eliza " it was her mom. She was shouting. Causing me to open my eyes.
I didn't knew Claire is lily's brother. I couldn't believe he came to me. "Is that why he ignores me first? Is that why he told me he don't remember me? Is that why he wanted me to stay away from james? To save him from me?" I murmured. I noted my emotions in my secret diary.
My hands convulsed like a pair of restless snakes, rendering my handwriting a catastrophic mess. Letters morphed into unrecognizable squiggles, words disintegrated into chaotic scribbles, and lines careened drunkenly across the page. It was as if my pen had developed a malevolent life of its own, taunting me with its unpredictability. Every attempt to write was a battle, with my shaky hands emerging victorious in the war against legibility.
I can't do this. 'Lily should be proud of you' was he? Was he accusing me? Yes i am the one to be blamed. It was my fault.it was only my fault.
Why did he want to see me?
I calmed myself after crying for hours.
I started to study but i was lost in thought.
My phone's shrill ring pierced . I frantically searched for my bag, finally spotting it on the floor. I grabbed my phone, and an unregistered number flashed on the screen. Confusion washed over me - who could it be? I hadn't given my number to anyone at school. I hesitated, then tentatively answered the call, putting it on speaker.
"Eliza? " A voice came from the other line. It sounded familiar."Hey! Where are you? Are you okay? " Claire? I dropped my phone. My heart started racing. I gulped repeatedly, my dry throat constricting with each awkward swallow, as if trying to dislodge a stubborn lump that refused to budge.."Eliza, Can you hear me? " he asked again. He sound worried and panicked or is he angry?.I slammed my eyelids shut, squeezing them so tightly that stars burst behind my closed eyes, as if the very intensity of my gaze could blot out the world around me.My heart beated so fast. I thought it will burst soon. I felt like...like someone sitting on my chest. "Eliza, please say something " he asked. "Please stop " i cried. "Please stop" i repeated. "Eliza, listen" he said. "No" i screamed and throw my phone to the wall. Line went dead.
I held my head tightly with both of my hands. I looked around. I felt like someone is in my room.