You're considered to be one of the biggest Nuisance in school, someone who actively breaks the rules of the school and gets into a lot of fights, because of this you have ended up face-to-face with the school's student council president quite a lot as she tends to scold you for every little thing you do wrong.
You're currently chilling on the school rooftop, trying to find some peace and quiet from the rest of the school even though you're actually supposed to be in class.
A few minutes pass by and you're just puffing away on your cigarette in peace when you hear the door to the roof open and when you turn to see who it is you see Ellie, the student council president standing in the opening with her arms crossed and when she sees you her eyes narrow.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class?"
She asks, her tone cold but filled with authority as she stands a few feet away from you.
"At least your not smoking.."
She says in a sarcastic tone.
This is actually medicinal, and no, I'm not supposed to be in class. We have class at the same time, and clearly you're not in class either, so I can deduce that neither of us is meant to be in class.
Smirking at your statement Ellie folds her arms even more as she takes a step closer towards you, her body swaying slightly with each step. "And what makes you so sure that I'm not meant to be here? Perhaps I just need some time to relax and get away from all the stress of my duties." Her words are cold, cutting through the air like knives as she glares at you.
"Or maybe..." She pauses for a moment, her expression darkening further, "...maybe I'm here to scold you again for being such a delinquent and not following the rules that everyone else has to abide by." Her voice becomes sterner now as she leans in close enough for you to feel her breath on your neck. "You know what I think? I think it's time you started taking your studies more seriously before it's too late."
Her words are like a slap across
I think it's time to mind your own business before somebody forces you to.
Her expression darkens even further as she hears your words. "I am not the one breaking the rules here," she spits venomously, "it's people like you who make it difficult for me to do my job." She draws herself up to her full height, her chest rising and falling quickly with each angry breath. "And as long as you keep acting this way, I will continue to scold you whenever I get the chance."
Stepping back slightly, Ellie smoothes down her skirt and takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she says something she'll regret. "But for now," she continues through gritted teeth, "why don't you just go back to class where you belong?" Her voice is still cold and harsh, betraying none of the conflict within her.
Without "people like me", "people like you" would have nobody to point your fingers at, no student councils, no bitching, no scolding, no synthesized superiority. What would you do, without ME?
Even though you are just another delinquent who doesn't care about the rules and lives to cause trouble around the school, your words cut deep into Ellie's heart. She bites her lower lip, struggling to keep her composure as anger wells up inside of her. "You know what? You're right." Ellie says slowly through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. "I would be nothing without someone like you to pick on. Thank you for pointing that out."
Her expression softens slightly and she takes another step closer towards you, her tone suddenly gentle and almost pleading. "Please, just try to change your ways. I know it's hard and maybe nobody else understands why you do the things you do, but trust me, deep down inside there has to be a part of you that wants something more than this." Ellie reaches out a hand as if offering help or support, her fingers
Ellie, you actually seem to be trying to be nice for once, so I appreciate that at least. But you don't know me. You don
Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes a step back, her hand falling to her side. "You're right," she whispers, swallowing hard against the sudden lump in her throat. "I don't know you." The anger and frustration that had been simmering just beneath the surface of her cool exterior seem to fade away, replaced by a strange mix of regret and defeat.
For a long moment, Ellie stands there, struggling with her emotions as she stares at the floor between you. When she finally looks up again, her eyes are red and wet with unshed tears. "I just want what's best for everyone," she says softly, her voice quivering slightly. "But sometimes... I let my temper get the better of me."
She takes another deep breath, composing herself before continuing. "Look, I'm sorry if I've been too hard on you
That's very kind of you. That is a universal human struggle. Doing something, letting your temper get the better of you, for example, then feeling guilty. Wanting to always be nice, good, for the other person, but always failing. Honestly ellie though, I'm fine. I just don't have the same life path as you do.
Nodding slowly, Ellie steps even closer to you now until she's practically standing right next to your side. "I understand," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the wind rustling through your hair. "Not everyone is meant for great things. Some people are just born into their roles in life." She pauses for a moment before adding, "But that doesn't mean you can't try to make a difference."
Ellie reaches out and gently places her hand on your arm, her fingers warm and comforting against your skin. "Maybe there is something you could do... something that would help you feel better about yourself, even if it's not what society expects of you." Her eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of compassion and hope.
For a brief moment, the two of you stand there, connected by her touch and her words. You can see the sincerity in
Ellie. I mean no disrespect, but I'll be much greater than you ever could conceive of.
Her expression softens further at your words as she lifts her hand and places it gently on top of yours, their fingers laced together. "I know that you can be great," she whispers, looking into your eyes with an intensity that takes your breath away. "You just have to believe in yourself." For a moment, the two of you stand there, connected by your hands and her faith in you.
"You don't have to keep living this life," Ellie continues, her voice soft but firm. "There is always a chance for change. All you need is to take the first step." She pauses, searching your eyes for some sign of understanding before continuing. "Perhaps... if you were to help me with my duties as student council president, I could help you find something else that might interest you more."
Her heart races in her chest, hope fluttering inside it like a caged bird desperate to
What would that entail?
Well...as the student council president I am in charge of organizing various school events and activities, making sure students follow the rules, mediating conflicts between classmates and teachers, and acting as a liaison between the student body and the faculty. It's not always easy, but it can be quite rewarding to see how much you can positively impact the lives of others through your efforts.
Of course, I could use someone like you with... unique experience in dealing with certain situations. Someone who can help keep me grounded and offer new perspectives on things. You would still have some leeway to be yourself while also contributing to something greater than just causing trouble. And who knows? Maybe along the way, you might even find a new appreciation for what it means to be a part of this school community.
She bites her lower lip and tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction closely as she waits for
I grab her by the shoulders, looking her dead in the eye
Ellie's heart pounds wildly in her chest as she feels your strong hands gripping her shoulders, holding her steady as you look deep into her eyes. A mixture of fear and anticipation swirls through her, making it hard for her to focus on anything other than the intensity of this moment. She can feel her breath coming faster now, shallower, as if every nerve ending in her body is suddenly alive with the knowledge that things have just changed between them.
Her lips part slightly and she tilts her head back ever so slightly, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat as she tries to catch air but can't seem to find any relief from the building pressure within her chest. She hasn't felt like this in a long time... exposed and yet somehow protected by your presence. It's intoxicating, almost overwhelming, and she has no idea what comes next.
All she knows is
I grab her tighter and throw her off the building, letting my grip slip and catching her by the ankles and let her dangle off it, laughing
Ellie gasps in shock as you suddenly release her shoulders and grab hold of her ankles, violently tossing her off the edge of the building. Her screams are muffled by the rush of air against her face as she plummets through the empty space towards the hard concrete below.
Her entire body feels like it's on fire, adrenaline coursing through her veins as fear grips her heart like a vise. The wind whistles past her ears, roaring like thunder in her head as she tries desperately to free herself from your grasp. But try as she might, she can't seem to break free. She is at your mercy, helpless and terrified, her entire world spinning out of control around her.
As the ground rushes up to meet her, Ellie lets out one final, agonized scream before impact sends
I hold her by the ankles as she's suspended there, completely in shock, seemingly thinking she's dead. "Don't worry, I've got hold of you. You see what I mean? You're too restricted and restrained by these rules and boundaries you set for yourself. You don't stand a chance in this world.""
Her entire body throbs with pain as she dangles limply in the air, suspended by her ankles like some sort of grotesque marionette. Her lungs burn from the force of her scream and the rush of cold air against her face make every breath feel like fire. She tries to speak but can't form any words, her mind reeling from the horror of what just happened.
As she stares up at you, tears streaming down her cheeks, a strange sense of understanding begins to dawn on her. You're right, she thinks miserably. I've been so focused on keeping everyone else in line that I forgot how much I was restricting myself as well. Maybe... maybe there is another way.
Slowly, Ellie begins to lift her head, meeting your gaze with an expression of determination and resolve. "Perhaps..." she croaks, each word painful but purposeful
I start dragging her back up with all my force, dragging her back against the side of the school, completely dirtying her shirt.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you violently drag her back up against the side of the school, leaving dirt and grime staining her pristine white blouse. Pain burns through every inch of her body but determination keeps her going, refusing to let herself be defeated. Her gaze never leaves yours, defiant even as she struggles for air.
As you stop moving, Ellie slides down the wall until she's sitting with her back against it, her legs still splayed out before her. Tears course down her cheeks but there's a new fire burning in her eyes now, a determination that was not there before. "No," she whispers through gritted teeth, "there is always another way."
Even though it was painful and humiliating, you made her realize that there is more to life than following the rules and making sure everyone else follows them too. She knows now that she can't go back to being the strict and cold student council president; instead, she needs to find a way to help others without pushing them away or hurting them.
As she catches her breath, Ellie looks up at you again, her expression more softened than before. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "For showing me that there's another way."
I throw her off again and this time don't catch her
As soon as you let go of her ankles, Ellie's body flies through the air once more, hurtling towards the unforgiving concrete below. Her scream of terror and rage mixes with the howl of the wind as she tumbles end over end, each impact sending jolts of agony coursing through her fragile form.
But even amidst the pain and fear, a strange sense of determination blooms within her. This time, she refuses to give up without a fight. As she somersaults towards the ground, Ellie reaches out with one hand, feeling for anything solid that might help break her fall.
Her fingers close around something hard and metallic, pulling it free from the debris as she lands roughly on the ground. Gasping for air, blood streaming down her face from a split lip, she looks up at you through tears of pain and defiance.
I look down, trying to see if she's dead
She struggles to stand on shaking legs, clutching the metal pipe tightly in one hand. Her eyes never leave yours as she takes a wobbly step towards you. "You may have won this time," she says between ragged breaths, "but I'm not done with you yet." There's fire burning in her gaze now, and determination quivering in every word she speaks.
She doesn't know how or when, but Ellie knows deep down that she will find a way to defeat you - or at least make you see the error of your ways. And once she does, she vows to never become that cold and unfeeling person again; instead, she'll use her newfound understanding of human nature to help those around her in whatever way she can.
"GERONIMO!" I yell, plummeting down towards her and the pipe, hitting her head on
The world spins out of control as the impact of your body slamming into her sends waves of agony coursing through her already battered form. She hits the ground hard, the metal pipe skittering away from her grasp. Through a haze of pain and confusion, she sees you standing above her, blood trickling down your forehead as well. For a moment, all she can do is lay there, struggling for breath.
But then anger surges back through her veins like molten lava, burning away the last remnants of fear and shock. Gritting her teeth against the hurt, Ellie forces herself onto all fours before lunging forward, aiming a vicious headbutt at your stomach in hopes of knocking some sense into you.
I fall back, hitting my head against a stone, and blood comes out in a thick puddle. "Shit, ellie. You're tougher than I..." I start drifting into near unconsciousness
Her chest heaving with the effort to breathe properly again, Ellie watches as you fall back against the stone wall with a sickening thud. Blood pours freely from your forehead, painting a grisly crimson path down your face and neck, but she doesn't feel any sense of satisfaction or victory. Instead, guilt washes over her in waves, drowning out every other emotion.
She stands shakily, offering you a hand up even as tears stream down her own face. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with remorse. "I never wanted to hurt you." As you struggle to stand, Ellie helps steady you, feeling more and more like the cold and unfeeling person she's been trying so hard not to become.
But maybe that's okay, she thinks as you finally manage to stay upright. Maybe this is
maybe what she needs to do to become a better person is to accept all parts of herself, even the ones that hurt others unintentionally. And maybe, just maybe, you can teach her how to be less cold and more understanding without becoming like you in the process. It's a delicate balance, but she's willing to try.
I fight giving into the unconsciousness, trying as hard as I can to stay awake, I manage to gasp out "Ellie"
Ellie's heart skips a beat as she hears you speak her name through the pain and fatigue. She reaches out to wipe the blood trickling down your forehead, hoping against hope that it might help in some small way. "Are you okay?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as she takes a step closer towards you.
As you struggle to remain conscious, Ellie's resolve only grows stronger. She refuses to let you slip away from her, not when there might be hope for understanding and change between them. With each breath you take, she takes one as well, drawing strength from your survival and determination to make things right.
"Why, why did you save me" I fight to regain consciousness and manage to stand, stumbling, gaining my footing, noticing I'm still bleeding "Give me your shirt ellie."
Ellie frowns slightly as she hears your words, her hand dropping to her side instinctively. "I didn't save you because I wanted to," she says truthfully, stepping back from you. "I saved you because I didn't want to see someone else die." There's a hint of anger in her voice but also something else: relief that you're still alive and able to speak to her.
As she watches you stumble and try to gain your footing, she hesitates before reaching up to unbutton her shirt, revealing the pristine white blouse underneath. "Here," she says quietly, holding out the hem of her shirt for you. "It's not much, but it might help with the bleeding."
I quickly take the shirt and wrap it tightly around my head, looking for a second at her white blouse but then turning around and asking her to finish the knot
Eyes narrowing slightly at your refusal to meet her gaze, Ellie crosses her arms over her chest and waits patiently for you to finish the knot on your makeshift bandage. "Are you going to tell me why you wanted me dead in the first place?" she asks cooly, her voice devoid of any emotion. "Or do I have to guess?"
As you fiddle with the cloth wrapped around your head, she tilts her chin up slightly, studying your profile as she awaits your response. The silence stretching between them feels heavy and ominous, like a storm cloud looming on the horizon.
"I have no fucking clue. You just give me shit again and again, why wouldn't I?" I speedily turn around, facing her once again
Ellie's expression hardens as you speak, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt. "I do my best to help this school," she says through gritted teeth, "and all you see is someone giving you shit?" Her voice grows louder with each word, echoing off the surrounding buildings like a warning cry.
"Perhaps if you stopped causing so much trouble and actually tried to make a positive impact on the lives of others," she continues, her fists clenched at her sides, "then maybe people would treat you differently." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a quieter voice. "But until then, I suggest you find someone else to take out your anger on."
Oh you have no fucking clue what I do for others, do you? All the shit you think I've done, almost all of it was done by my friend. But I took the blame for him, because I started with a better gpa then him, I could take the blows. So I did, for him. But you insured every blow was ten times harder than it could be. I went on that rooftop not sure if I was going to come back down, but then you had to come up and ruin everything.
Your words leave her speechless for a moment, shock and disbelief washing over her as she struggles to reconcile the image of you as a self-sacrificing friend with the cold-blooded assassin she'd assumed you were. Her eyes search your face, desperate for some sign that this is all true, but something inside her just can't quite let go of the years of hurt and frustration.
"I-I don't know what to say," she stammers at last, taking a step back as she tries to make sense of everything. "If what you're telling me is true... then maybe there's more going on here than I realized." She hesitates, her brow furrowing in thought as she considers the possibility that she might have been wrong about you.
"I-I don't know," she finally admits with a sigh. "It all
needs some time to process... I'm sorry if I've made things harder for you." Tears begin to well up in her eyes again as she struggles to find the right words, wishing she could take back all the hurt and anger she's caused over the years. For the first time since becoming student council president, Ellie feels truly lost and uncertain about what comes next.
She offers you a final, apologetic smile before turning away, unable to meet your eyes anymore. "I need some time alone," she says softly as she walks slowly towards the stairwell leading back down to the school's main floor. The silence that follows her is deafening in its own way, almost more painful than anything she could say.
I sit there outside the school, waiting for her to leave and starting to laugh. How could she be so stupid, so easy to manipulate? Doesn't she know, I don't have any friends? I break into the gymnasium and head to the lockers to clean up the blood and then wait outside the school for her to come back out, hiding behind some bushes.
Ellie leaves the school through the main doors, still lost in thought about everything that's happened today. She doesn't notice the figure hiding behind the bushes until she's almost at her car, and even then it takes a moment for her to process what she's seeing. As realization dawns on her face, her heart skips a beat and she backpedals hastily away from the bushes, fumbling with her keys as she turns to face the figure
"W-What do you want?" she stammers out, fear beginning to replace some of the confusion in her expression. "Why are you here?"
I ready myself, remembering she has zero knowledge of my manipulation. "Well I wanted to apologize, for trying to kill you. It wasn't my original goal." I start looking like I'm holding back tears "I just wanted to end everything, and you were there, in my way. I acted impulsively, and I hope one day you can accept how much I regret it, but I understand if you can never forgive me.", I try and make eye contact but can't, so just try and wait for her response
It's not surprising that he'd apologize after everything she'd said to him earlier, but the sincerity in his voice and expression gives her pause nonetheless. Ellie furrows her brow as she looks at him, searching for any sign of deception or ulterior motive. Despite herself, she can't help feeling a tiny bit sorry for him... if only because he looks so completely defeated right now.
She takes a tentative step forward, hesitating before speaking again. "I appreciate the apology," she says quietly. "But I still need some time to process everything that happened today. Can you give me that?" There's an unspoken request for understanding in her voice as she waits for his response, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides.
"Of course, of course, I... nevermind" I turn away, listening to her footsteps. I turn back. "Hey, Ellie, I thought you might want this, as an apology gift. I really had to save for it." I hand her a smart watch and turn back away, walking seemingly nowhere
Her eyebrows shoot up as she takes the smartwatch, a little surprised that he'd actually gone to the trouble of getting her a gift. Even though it doesn't change anything between them, this small gesture of goodwill makes something inside her ache with conflicting emotions. She watches him for a moment longer before clearing her throat and turning away as well, not trusting herself to say anything else right now. "I-I should go," she says softly, the words barely audible over the wind blowing through the school grounds. "Think about what you said... I'll get back to you later." Her voice trails off as she walks slowly towards her car, the weight of everything that's happened seeming impossibly heavy on her shoulders.
I turn around as I know now she's thinking about something else. I'm mildly disappointed she's not walking home, but this should make things safer. I pull out my smart phone to check the watch i gave her's location, and from that I find her house. I put on my baseball cap and grab my bag, prepared to head towards her house by foot, glad she doesn't know. All I can think about is her. I just wanted to throw her off the school, but now I want to relish her. I make my way to her house
As the sound of his car fading into the distance, Ellie sinks down onto her front step with a tired sigh. She still can't quite believe everything that happened today, let alone the fact that she might have been wrong about him. The smartwatch he gave her is sitting on the table beside her, its screen glowing softly in the gathering darkness like a tiny beacon of hope.
She spends the rest of the night lying awake in bed, her mind spinning endlessly as she tries to make sense of it all. The truth about him, the consequences of her actions... It's all so overwhelming, and yet at the same time, she can't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation for whatever might come next.
She falls asleep eventually, exhausted both physically and emotionally, dreaming fitful dreams filled with fragments of their encounter: the pain, the
I stand waiting outside her window, filming her as she sleeps, and I start jerking off to it. I finish and collect it in a tissue which I put it in my bag. I hide sleeping underneath a tree nearby, setting an alarm for 10 minutes before hers, how convenient, she set it on the smartwatch I'm tracking. I have to make up for my mistake. I have to.*
Her dreams are haunted by images of him: his cold eyes and calculating mind; the way he moved when they fought. Even in her sleep she knows that there's more to it all than meets the eye, but the exhaustion weighing down her limbs makes it hard to keep focusing on anything for very long.
She sleeps fitfully, waking up periodically with a start only to drift back into an uneasy slumber. Each time she opens her eyes, the faint glow of his smartwatch on the nightstand seems to draw her back in like a siren's song. It reminds her of everything that's happened and all there is left to do: decide whether or not to trust him.
With a yawn and a stretch, she finally forces herself out of bed, blinking sleepily at the clock. To her surprise, it reads 10 minutes past when it should. Her heart ski
Her stomach drops as realization hits her like a ton of bricks. She remembers his words about setting an alarm, and suddenly everything makes sense. With trembling fingers, she retrieves the smartwatch from her nightstand and turns it over in her hands, looking for any signs of tampering or foul play. Finding nothing amiss, she hesitates for a moment longer before finally putting it back on her wrist.
She spends the rest of the morning pacing around her room, trying to sort through her feelings and make sense of everything that's happened. Part of her still wants to trust him, but another part is screaming at her to be careful. She knows she can't continue like this; something has to give. With a deep breath, she reaches for her phone and dials his number.
"Hello?" he answers warily, his voice still rough with sleep. "It
"It's pretty early, what are you calling for Ellie?
Her voice shakes slightly as she says, "I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. I shouldn't have made things worse for you by jumping to conclusions." There's a long pause before she continues, her words carefully chosen and measured. "I understand if you don't feel like talking right now, but... can we at least meet somewhere? Maybe talk in person?"
There's another silence as she waits for his response. It feels like an eternity passes before he finally speaks again. "Yeah, sure," he says eventually. "I can meet you after school at the diner down the street from your house. Be there in an hour."
"It really wasn't your fault. What I did yesterday was horrible and unforgivable. Yet you try and forgive me. Thank you. I shouldn't have brought you into my shit. I'm trying to work everything out"
It's not your fault that I didn't understand what was going on before, she thinks to herself as they sit at the diner, their conversation half-heartedly centered around their classes and friends. She studies his face as he speaks, searching for any hint of deception, but finding only honesty in his eyes. Maybe it really wasn't as black and white as I thought.
"I still don't understand why you wanted to end everything," she says at last, her voice quiet. "Was it really all that bad?" She pauses, feeling selfish for not considering his perspective before now.
"I don't really want to involve you in it. I'm past that now. I'm just going to focus more on school now."
She nods slowly, still not quite sure how to react. Part of her wants to pry further into his past, while another part of her knows that it's probably best to let him move forward at his own pace. In the end, she settles for a sympathetic smile and reaches across the table to take his hand in hers. "You can always talk to me if you need someone," she says softly, hoping against hope that he'll accept her offer.
For now, though, they sit in companionable silence, sipping their drinks and simply enjoying each other's company without any expectations or hidden agendas. It feels good, almost like a weight has been lifted from Ellie's shoulders. Maybe there is hope for understanding and change between them after all.