Not Forgetting Ellis

Reads: 162  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 3

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
"... she held my hand through the days, stood just behind me. You know that saying, 'Behind every great man, there stands an even greater woman'? That is what Ellis was for me - my stronghold, the one thing that kept me from falling on my knees and crying. Then she was gone."

Submitted: November 06, 2011

A A A | A A A

Submitted: November 06, 2011

A A A

A A A


"Excuse me?  Class?  Class?" Mrs. Kendrike, who had a habit of raising her voice higher at the end of her sentences so that they all sounded like questions, would yell.  "Please get under control?  Now?"  "Hey!  Shut up!" a familiar voice would yell, and the entire room would go silent at once.  I would turn around from my conversation to see Ellis standing tall in the doorway, her petite form somehow filling the space and her cold, senseless eyes freezing the air within the room.  Then a scary, mischievous grin would spread across her face and she would burst into hysterical laughter.

That was what Ellis was all about - scaring people.  She was barely five feet tall, skinny, small, and limber.  She had thick curls of raven hair and eyes the color of ice.  But this ice was alive, and the fire inside danced with the tinkling bells in her voice.  She moved like smoke and fought like a dancer, and still was able to forget her homework.  Everyone loved her and everyone feared her.  And she was mine.

I never really understood why she chose me.  I mean, there were smarter, tougher, richer, and, although it pains me to admit it, better looking guys.  But when Ellis saw me, she locked on to me like a missile.  A great, big, explosive missile.  All the guys were pushing each other down just to stand within two feet of her, and she walks right up, looks me up and down, smiles her wicked smile, and grasps my hand.  The only thing I could think of saying was, "Wow, you have a strong grip."  Then the bells go off and all the others gape at her and her choice.

Soon, she revealed a bit to me, and I revealed some to her as well.  Her dad was a monster, and unknown to the world.  Her mom came home pregnant, and that was that.  I told her about my junkie mom and how much she hurts me on the inside.  I see her, and I cry inside.  And Ellis was not okay with that.  She held me close just like she held my hand through the days, stood beside me.  You know that saying, 'Behind every great man, there stands an even greater woman'?  That is what Ellis was for me - my stronghold, the one thing that kept me from falling on my knees and crying.  Then she was gone.

Brutally snatched from the world like everyone else who lost their chance.  Ellis lost her last fight.  She held out longer than they thought, longer than they all thought.  Even the people at school, the ones who bet on her every time, bet on the cancer instead.  I guess it could have been worse.  She never went into denial - she just hung her head and called the doctor a few foul words before telling him she already knew she was dying.  Then she did something no one thought she was capable of.  She cried.

That is all I have been doing since the news.  I could barely make it to her funeral, but I knew if I had missed it, Ellis would have kicked me straight to Hell.  So what if she was stuck in a box about to be buried six feet under?  She could still kick my butt.  After that thought, I burst into tears again.  Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I miss her like Romeo and Juliet.  Cliché, right?

No one understands death, but no one really understood Ellis either.  I am still not completely sure she was human in the first place.  She would have made an amazing fairy or elf or even a vampire.  Even the sparkling kind.  She was smart, young, and stunning.  She looked truly inhuman in her coffin, at least through the tears trapped in my eyes.  I can just see her standing next to me nearly every day, yelling at me to do my work, laughing her bells when I tell her to shut up and go away so, and clutching me close while I let loose the tears.

I guess I should move on.  I will never forget Ellis though.  Just like Japan will never forget Hiroshima and Germany will never forget the Nazis, I will never forget the war between terminal cancer and Ellis.  And, of course, the plaque to remember her that I stole from the school will make for a sweet story.  She will never leave me.  My whole life will be made up of not forgetting Ellis.


© Copyright 2017 Said the Silence. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Unknown

More Memoir Short Stories