The Contradiction of Solitude




“Elian.”

I loved hearing her voice in the middle of the night when I should be sleeping. When my phone rang it wasn’t the pieces of a tortured history terrorizing me in the dark.

“Elian, I need you.”

She needed me.

I twisted. I turned myself inside out.

All because she needed me.

Months had turned into a lifetime.

I couldn’t remember a time before Layna Whitaker. I couldn’t imagine a moment after her.

There was only her.

Only this.

“I’m here. Always.”

The calls had stopped. I began dreaming of home.

But not of Diamond Creek.

Layna.

My home was with her.

Flashing images, no cohesion. All I can make sense of was the way I felt. Whispered tones. Hissed threats.

But she chased it all away.

She was here.

Home.

Content.

Unsettled.

Panicked.

Satisfied.

Even as I loved, I missed my nightly interruptions. My comforting call. The reminder that no matter how hard things were, I would never, ever be alone.

I went to sleep hearing Layna’s voice. But my hand…it reached for other things.

I noticed the blue car driving up and down the street. It would slow down just in front of the house and would then pick up speed and continue on.

I knew he was looking for her. She was the one he wanted.

“Go home, Elian,” Amelia called over her shoulder as I tried to follow her. She wasn’t laughing. She wasn’t smiling.

She just wanted to get away.

The star. Colors on skin. Hanging out the window.

He looked at me.

I looked at him.

Eyes meeting. And I froze.

Amelia got into his car and buckled her seat belt. She had already forgotten about me. I wasn’t important any longer.

He drove off with my sister.

In his blue car.

“Elian, I need to come over. Please let me see you.”

She needed me.

I needed her.

I told her to come. I was lost without her. She was all I could see anymore. Coal black eyes that held the secrets to my horrible, horrible past.

His daughter.

I picked up my phone. No text messages. No missed calls. I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel about that. She said she was always there.

Always.

She lied.

But Layna’s there. She held me when I couldn’t keep my head up. When I felt like I was drowning and the air didn’t come fast enough.

My devil.

My monster.

My Layna.

“Where are your pills, Elian?” she asked as I shuddered and sobbed.

I watched Amelia drive away. I saw the star on his arm. He took her. She was gone. My mother screamed and yelled at me. Asking where she went.

“Where is she, Elian?” My mother slapped my face and ripped my shirt. She was in a rage. Unseeing through her tears.

Amelia was gone.

My father refused to look at me.

Ever again.

I was a shadow in my own house.

And when they found her, I knew it was over.

My life was finished.

I didn’t matter anymore.

Because Amelia was gone.

Never coming back.

“What pills?” I asked. I didn’t know what she was talking about.

Pills?

The days were starting to blend together. I could hear her voice singing in my ear.

“Ring around the rosy. Pocket full of posies. Ashes. Ashes. We all fall…”

“We all fall down,” I whispered. The room was dark. Layna never turned on the lights. I used to tease her that she was allergic to the sun.

I didn’t tease her now.

I understood how hard it was to face things when you could actually see them. It was easier when they were out of sight. When you could pretend they didn’t exist.

“Where are they, Elian?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Layna wasn’t making sense. She held my phone and I tried to grab it from her. What if the text came? I was waiting for it.

But it never came.

“You need to sleep, Elian. You’re not resting enough. You’re not making sense and I’m worried about you.”

Layna was worried about me.

I laughed. Loud. I could hear it out on the water.

Lies.

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