Blue

I storm to my room after drops me off and fling myself on my bed. Everything feels empty now that Emma's gone and I can't concentrate on one thing should i be angry at myself to just let them take her away like that, sad because I will never see her again, maybe I will.Or frustrated at Harry for being to crazy at the school. As I stare across the room at Emma's belonging's my stomach knots.
Okay, enough of this!
Call Louis!
Norie!
"Okay, I'm doing it." I say to myself and search for his number in my recent calls. After the second rings he picks up.
"Hello?" He sounds flustered, like he just woke up.
"Oh my God, Louis did I wake you up?" He laughs on the other line.
"Yeah, but it's fine. I don't have classes tomorrow, so it's cool. What's up?"
"I um' I was just calling to um-" Tell you Harry kissed me?No that's not something I want to tell him after him just waking up. To much excitement.
"Do I need tea? Should I give you time-"
"No, no, no. I'm fine I just-well."
"Is it that bad? Did Harry do something?"
"No." I assure him. "It's nothing like that. It's not even on a scale from being that crazy."
"Okay."
"Well-" I stammer.
"Norie. What's wrong? You say it's not bad but you're stuttering. Why are you stuttering?"
"I'm afraid of what you'll say." I can see the confusion flash over his face even if we are 1,000 miles away.
"What are you going to ask me?" He asks, pronouncing every syllable.
"What happened between Alex and Harry?" Everything goes silent and for a moment I wonder if he hung up on me. Pulling the phone from my ear I glance at the screen. Nope, still 2 minutes in. "Louis?"
"Yeah?"
"What happened?" I repeat.
"Don't you think that's something you should ask Harry?" It's bad.
"He won't tell me you know that. But you will right?"
"It's not my place to tell." He corrects me.
"It's that bad." Silence. It is. I don't know what to think. So many things run through my mind. Theft, drug smuggling, murder oh my God. "Louis."
"I'm sorry Norie, I really want to tell you but I can't." I'm more disappointed than angry or ony other emotion I could be right now than I was when i started this expedition. Louis hangs up and I go back to contemplating this day in my head. This all happened because what? Harry coming back to town. That boy really knows how to bring down the rest of someone's year. I wonder has Emma come down from her high yet, it has been over an hour and I don't know how much ecstasy last. I get more worried as I ponder it in my head. What if she has a really bad reaction and....
Before I know it I'm dialing her number, which automatically goes to voicemail. Okay, she'll be fine. If she was dead the cops would be here. Right? She's not dead, I'm just overreacting. After siting on my bed wondering about Emma's soul I get up and gather my things for my stay at my mothers. I'm actually more excited than i should about going back home. I'll be able to see me parents for more than 3 hours and plus I think my cousins are coming up for New Years, which just so happens to be sunday. Which implies no school monday because everyone and I mean everyone will be drunk.
I defiantly don't want to come back to this place on sunday. Not so I can be reminded about this week, this crazy week.
I open my drawer and grab a pair of pajama pants as the small maroon box tumbles to the floor.
My present for Christmas. I totally forgot I had that.
I pick it up and stare down at it for a moment, this is definitely from Harry. I shove back into the drawer and finish packing.
******
My forgotten school alarm goes off at 6:15 and once I'm up I can't go to sleep and once I can't go to sleep I'm up thinking, my mind running laps around the room. I usually wake to see Emma watching "I love Lucy" or something but the room is silent and bare. I grab the remote from her bed and click it on, seeing a Drake&Josh flash across the screen but I change it and find the Perks of being a Walflower. One on the best movies ever. I doze off when Sam finds out she has been excepted to Pennsylvania State University.
"Norie?" A calloused hand runs against my arm. "Nor!" I open my eyes to Harry standing against my bed.
"Harry, what are doing here? How did you get in here?"
"Shh," He tells my , pressing a finger to his lips. "I need you to help me with something."
"What?" I ask sitting up on my knees. He brings his hands to my face and I can feel the wet stickiness move from his hands to my cheeks. "Harry." I mutter as I pull his hands from my cheeks. The dark red causes my heart to leap.
"Harry! What happened?" I gaze up to his eyes, now fully seeing the blood smeared down his face and running free through his brown curls and along his tattered clothes. His worried expression turns into a smirk as he pushes me away.
"Don't you get it?"
"Do I get what? Harry?"
"You don't do you? You're so clueless."
"Harry what?!" He turns to me the green of his eyes slowly turning black, red even, until he's swallowed in darkness. I raise up out of my sleep, holding my chest.
What the heck!
My ringtone sends the images out of my head.
"Hello?" I say.
"Eleanor, dear. Are you still coming? your mothers worried." My father tells me.
"Yeah, I'm on my way actually."
"Okay, well-let us know when you are here. I'll see you then, Eleanor."
"See you then." I hang up and slide off the bed. I hate that my dad clals me Eleanor, rather than Norie. I've alwas been called Norie since the day I was born but he's always been stubborn and tells me "You we're born Eleanor Sophia Barragan, I will not speak of you in such a childish name". I roll my eyes at how stuck up and proper he is.
After I load my car I drive the 20 minutes to my parents and try my best to shut out the dream about Harry. Which helps none because I can't keep my thoughts from venturing off. It's my curosity that makes me think that way. If I just knew what it was that he "couldn't handle anymore". I just want to know. I need to know or it's going to kill me, and I mean kill me.

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