A weekend prior, it was monday again. Eliana wished high school to be over but she has to go to the same process all over again in college. Speaking of college, thinking about it made her nervous. She applied to many, including Seattle in case she changes her mind and wants to stay close to Forks. Eliana hated the idea of being seperated from her father again but what choice does she have? Then again, she is overly excited about universities.
Eliana hasn't taken a photograph again.
Ever since she took Rosalie's picture, all she's been doing was stare at it. Admiring every little detail about Rosalie even though it only showed half her face. It was as if she was content enough with one picture. Content enough that Rosalie was the last person she snapped a photo of before she loses function of her arm.
It was impossible but Eliana didn't bother on hoping for the best. She chose this route and now she has to live with it. She just can't put Charlie's life in a strain because Eliana needs physical therapy. The payment would make him overwork and spend less time to check up on his daughter. And his daughter didn't want that.
In the empty bathroom, Eliana made sure the stalls were deserted before she grabs a bottle of prescription medicine. She unscrewed the cap of her water bottle before throwing in two pills in her mouth, drinking the water down. Immediately, she hides it in her bag and exhales, holding her temple as if to massage it. 'Migraines are such a bitch. . .' she thinks.
When she leaves the small spaced room, she sighs heavily. Slumping in her seat for english lit, she sighs and folds her arms over her chest. Again, the feeling of her burdened long line on her right arm was on fire. It was noticeable when her sleeve touches her chest where she rests her arms in a cross. It made her cringe at how awful it felt.
How it was not hurting but Eliana could feel the line. It was a scar that she will forever hate. She had others from the car accident, it was why she never leaves home without at least a sweatshirt or a hoodie on. To avoid attention and questions, she'd rather keep it hidden and locked away shut for all eternity.
"Hi, we haven't met, have we?" A brooding and strong voice spoke from her left. Emmett Cullen sits down without asking, his hand outstretched to Eliana. "I'm Emmett. Rosalie's adoptive brother."
"Yes, hi." Eliana muses, her thoughts faded when she shook Emmett's hand in formality. Emmett made sure he didn't squeeze, scared that he'll break her fragile and small hand because of his strength. "I'm Eliana. Just call me Ellie."
