Diamond in the Rough

Chapter Six

Eleanor 

I groaned loudly as the vibrant piercing of my alarm went off, I squinted as I slammed the button on my phone off, silencing my alarm and sat up, my eyelids felt glued together as I struggled to open them. I harshly rubbed my eyes with my balled fists and pushed off my duvet, flinging my legs over the side of the bed. I felt like absolute shit. 

I had constant headaches and felt bloated for the past couple of weeks and I had no clue why, I knew I was due for my period soon, so that could be it but I constantly felt so tired and my body ached like hell. I arose from my bed and made my way to the bathroom and I sighed heavily when I heard Luna meowing up at me loudly and following me. "Luna no, stay." I instructed tiredly and Luna froze, sitting in the hall as I turned around and locked the bathroom door but groaned as I heard her cries from outside the door. 

I had to make Luna sleep in the kitchen instead of with me at night for a little while. I have no idea what has gotten into that animal, she would constantly follow me everywhere I went and wouldn't stop meowing at me and sitting on my belly, it was getting so frustrating at this rate, especially since I had never known her to be this needy. Something was definitely wrong, but after taking her to the vet they told me she was fine and that cats can sometimes have moments where they become reliant on their owners. But I've had Luna for over three years, she's never demonstrated that type of behaviour. 

I showered and relaxed for a moment in the hot water, the steam soothing my aching headache as I jumped out, getting dressed for work before making myself some toast and giving Luna her tinned cat food. I made my way to my bedroom as I began to tie back my hair in a neat bun but this wave of nausea hit me as I leant forward, holding my stomach as I groaned, I suddenly heard tiny footsteps approaching and Luna immediately meowed loudly and sniffed around me, pawing at my legs. "It's okay Luna, I just felt a tiny bit sick, I'm fine girly." I told her softly as I scratched her head softly and she purred in response, licking my hand softly in comfort. 

After a few minutes of pacing myself so I didn't have another wave of sickness, I grabbed my bag and keys before heading out the door and to work, wishing today was my day off more than anything but I knew people needed me there. 

The car journey was long on my way to workplace, the quiet sounds of the radio filled the awkward silence as I sat alone in my car. It had been two weeks since I broke the news to Luke that I wasn't interested in dating anyone and I couldn't help but still feel bad over it. I didn't want to force myself to go out with him, but I felt I could have let him down a lot better and nicer? I don't know, maybe I'm just too paranoid. 

I arrived at my workplace and hesitantly got out of my little car, I just wanted to breeze through this day without any disruptions. I can't handle anything bad today. 

I walked in as I greeted some members of staff and said hello to the patients inside the building who were either waiting to be seen or were just interacting with other patients staying at the facility. I always liked seeing the young adults in the building talking to each other, I hope all of them know they're not alone. I made my way to my office and shut the door behind me, sighing as I practically fell back into my chair, my feet felt like they were about to burst out of my shoes and my headache for the life of me wouldn't subside. 

I decided to try and make myself useful and opened my laptop and started doing some paperwork and sending off emails, trying to be somewhat productive in my very shitty position. After about an hour I heard a knock at my office door and allowed them to enter, my door swung open as one of the staff members, Callum, walked in; "hey Eleanor, sorry are you busy?" He asked holding a clipboard in his hand and I shook my head, drawing my attention away from my laptop and gave him a small smile, "not at all, how can I help?" I tried to ask convincingly as Callum flicked through some sheets of paper attached to his clipboard, his dark eyes squinting in concentration before lighting up in realisation and handing me a singular sheet of A4 paper. "There's the cover letter for the administer office to ask for some funding for our new rehabilitation room, please can you look over it and make sure it's okay?" He asked in his deep voice. Callum was a very typical buff and rough gentlemen with a gruff and deep voice and tattoos in every section of his arms and a scraggly beard, but he was actually a complete sweetheart.