Something Great.

Chapter 1 - How am I doing?

I woke up with a feeling of pressure on my legs.

I lazily opened my eyes, discovering my sister, Jen, sat on top of me repeating, "Wake up! Come on Ellie, Mom made breakfast and she said we wouldn't start eating without you."

I really wasn't in any mood to get up and eat breakfast. I really wasn't in the mood to get up. I wasn't in the mood to go on with my day. I wasn't in the mood to move on. Nor was I in the mood to deal with my sister.

"Jen, get the hell off of me! I'll be there in a minute!" I attempted to roll her off of me.

"Fine, hurry up grumpy pants!" She swiftly exited my room. Probably recognizing my annoyance.

It took a me some time to get up from bed and sit down at the kitchen table, my plate already made out for me.

"I'm not really hungry." I tried to avoid the stares I knew I was receiving from my mother and Jen.

"I'll eat what you leave left over!" Jen quickly insisted.

My mother shot Jen a quick glare, then diverted her attention back to me, her face dropping at my blank expression.

"Honey, are you upset about Nicki?"

Nicki. The name I've been dreading to hear since the events taken place last night.

"Can we not say his name. Or talk about what happened." I shot her a pained smile.

"Of course, but you do understand that if you're upset, we can talk it out, right?"

Wrong. I couldn't talk to her about it. I didn't want to talk about it.

I simply nodded, unable to contact in any other way.

It didn't take long for me eat what I could, leaving the rest for Jen, then rushing back into my room and sinking back into my covers.

It was strange, as heartbroken as I was that it happened, I saw it coming, and I was...okay with it. I guess.

It played over and over in my mind.

***FLASHBACK****

I finally have had enough. Days without talking. Him not caring. I'm done. I finally built up enough courage to text him how I felt.

I felt like he didn't care about me. It was then I was questioning how in the world we have stayed together for over a year. Realizing we may have stayed together longer then we should have.

It was clear he was surprised and wasn't very pleased with my sudden outburst. But I had to let him know I wasn't happy in the relationship.

It was then he brought up my lack of presents for him from our one year anniversary. I actually thought I did pretty well with presents. I made him a cake, which wasn't very easy. I also wrote him a song, I didn't actually write it, I found a cute love song, and wrote the lyrics on paper, and decorated it neatly. Which actually took me two hours.

It was him that didn't do too well at that time. He was at the beach around the time of our one year, so whenever I constantly texted him, and it took him a whole day to reply, I tried to make up as many excuses as I could, so I could put my mind at ease.

My birthday party was a week after he got back from the beach. He got me roses and some souvenirs from his visit. They were nice. They were also items I could tell he got last minute at a local gift shop. I also got a few pictures from his visit, but the one that caught my eye was of a heart drawn into the sand that said, 'I love Ellie' inside it. It made me smile.

A week after my birthday I went to the same beach, which consisted of a seven hour car ride. We didn't talk the whole car ride. I just listened to my music and blocked out my hidden emotions. Sleep helped.