An Unbreakable Bond

Chapter One

Eleanor's P.O.V. {ekmills }

I battle myself into the centre of the crowd, my hair shielding my face. I keep my eyes locked on the floor and try to prevent the tears from falling. But soon a waterfall is rushing down my face, splashing my cheeks. My tongue tingles at the hideous taste of salt; I have to choke back a moan.
It doesn't really work. Today the armour I wear is weak. Today I am weak.
No. Not weak. I must stay strong.

I quicken my pace. I can hear their voices behind me. Each becoming louder, squeakier, more and more sickeningly musical. They jostle for attention, smacking a few innocent faces with their luggage, yelling at my name. They sound concerned, but that's not what they mean to be. I discreetly glance backwards and notice they're stifling giggles.

If I was uncertain about them before, it's nothing compared to the psychotic murder fantasies I'm having right now.
But no matter how hard I try to convince myself that I am a person, it's true. I am weird. Not in the way they think, but it's still as if they actually have a reason to make fun of me.

No! It's lies. It's all lies. They humiliated me in front of everyone, so badly I almost feel sick. What they said...oh, what they said...it's not just a lie. It's a weapon. A sharp knife plunged deep into my heart. It goes against everything I believe in, everything I think is right. It twists my appearance, could destroy me. Nobody else really understood what they meant. But I worked it out.
I truly wish I hadn't.

I tell myself they will pay, pay for what they said. Pay for the pain they caused. But if I act, what will happen? Will I live happily ever after, or will they reveal the rumour to everyone and leave me lying in a gutter? If they don't tell, and I get carried away, could my future be destroyed? Yeah, I'm safe for now, but for how long? One wrong word from me or my friends, and they could make it all public. Tell everyone my "secret". They have me cornered.

Trapped.

I hate being trapped.

Now they could control me. That is not what I need.

What I need is to lock myself in a bathroom stall and cry until Lesson Three. So I do. Quietly. And I feel okay. I'm starved, parched and my cheeks are burning pink, but I am okay. I have seen worse things. Felt worse things. I have coped before, and I will cope now.

Beech don't bother me.
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A/N: first chapter just as dark as my intro, right? Well, you shouldn't have been expecting anything else.
Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment pretty much anything. Don't mind. Just wanna see who cares enough to talk.
I won't just vent about my own issues here because there won't be enough drama. If you've got any suggestions or situations you want to be aware of, Private Message me either ekmills or via this account.
Gonna dedicate this chapter to the friends who got me through that day. :-)
Ain't bothered if the bullies or their friends see this. Ain't mentioned no identities, ain't I sweet???
See you later alligator!
Eleanor ❤️💛💚💙💜💖