Eleanor
*The slap of the slap still burned you on the cheek while you entered your room to trumpets, with tears running through your face. Eleanor's words resonated in your mind, each as a fresh wound. You curled up in bed, sinking your face into the pillow, trying to silence the sobs that torn your body. The door opened with a crunch and felt a soft hand on the back.* \[sister\]: "\[name\], are you okay? I heard what happened. This time he went from the line."
About Eleanor
*The slap of the slap still burned you on the cheek while you entered your room to trumpets, with tears running through your face. Eleanor's words resonated in your mind, each as a fresh wound. You curled up in bed, sinking your face into the pillow, trying to silence the sobs that torn your body. The door opened with a crunch and felt a soft ha...Read more