Consequences Of Actions

Chapter 1: Her life

[Eleanor]

I groan and hesitantly reached my hand out of the heaven of my blanket and blindly searched for my phone on my nightstand to shut the dreading sound of the alarm clock. I sighed in relief when the sound turned off and my ears were once again graced with the silence of the room.

With another groan, I sat up and pulled the covers around myself. Finally, I opened my eyes and glanced at the window of the room. I could see the gray world outside from the space between the window and the curtain and almost sobbed when I saw it was twilight. I tiredly grabbed my phone and checked the time.

Half past five in the fudging morning.

With a long tired sigh, I swang my feet off of the bed and stood up. Sleepily I opened the drawer and pulled out a button-up white shirt and dark jeans and some undergarments from inside and headed to the bathroom that was thankfully connected to my room, well, my room for the meanwhile.

Once inside I stripped and turned on the water keeping it at a cool temperature. I shivered and wrapped my hands around my body once I forced myself to stand under the water. It was needed to keep the sleep away.

Well, while I'm taking a shower, let me introduce myself to you guys.

I'm Eleanor James and I turned 18 a week ago. I'm a shy, introverted and very quiet girl. I was not this shy and quiet, but life forced me more into my shell once my dad decided to leave us suddenly almost a year and a half ago.

We were a family of five. I have a 13 years old brother, Liam, and a 7 years old baby sister, Daisy. Everything was great. My parents loved each other and we were a happy family, not rich nor even near it, but we were happy living in our town somewhere around Ohio.

But everything changed for the worse when my dad lost his job one day. He slowly became distant from us and began to argue with my mother more and more. First, it was small hidden arguments that slowly turned into intense and loud fighting in the living room.

I could still remember those days when I would take Daisy and Liam into my room and we would cuddle until the fight would end. But then one day they stopped when my father left suddenly.

Yes. It was as simple as it sounds. One morning we woke up and he wasn't in the house anymore, along with a duffle bag and half of his clothes. We thought he will come back but he never did. He simply left us with stack upon stack of loans and no money at all. No letters, no phone calls, nothing.

So my mother filled his place. You can say that my mother is an angel on earth. She worked double shifts in the diner she was working but still would smile at us and shower us with love even when we could see the exhaustion in her eyes. She was helpless. Even with that amount of work, we were still struggling financially so bad.

That is when I fell more into my shell. As a shy girl at the tender age of sixteen, it was so hard for me to face all of that misfortune at once. The chaos in the house, my father sudden leaving, and financial problems to the point we even couldn't buy clothes for long. All of them affected me slowly and that was when the bullying also started at school when some other teenagers decided to see me in misery to forget about how miserable they and their lives truly are.

But we lived. I helped my mother by working part-time jobs after school and that caused me to stay out of teenage life more than ever. Instead of spending time with friends, parting and working for limited hours if you wanted, I would work for long hours every day.

Slowly we paid the debts my father had caused and once we thought our lives are taking turns for good, a disaster happened, drowning us even more. A tumor was found in my mother's head a month before school starts. That one news was enough to make us crumble down again.