Rage, Love, Lust

Soothe

"Eleanore." A stern voice speaks to her. She frantically turns around in every direction she can, trying to find out where the familiar deep voice is coming from. "Eleanore." The mans voice calls out again. She couldn't see anything. It was pitch black. She tried to walk but she was just moving her legs while staying in the same spot. Her breath started getting faster and heavier as panic started to set in, realising she was trapped.

"Oh my God, Eleanore!" The voice yelled out. She jolted out of bed, leaning forward so she was sat up. She turned to where the voice was coming from, and there stood Joel in the doorway with his arm reaching up to the doorframe and resting on it.

Her deep, panicked breaths started to slow, realising it was just a nightmare.
"Finally." He spoke in a jokey tone. "Get ready, I want you to meet my brother." He walked into the hallway after shutting the door behind him and left Eleanore to get ready.

She rubbed her face as she adjusted to the natural sunlight that shon through the cracks of the blinds. She got hit with a wave of head pain, she winced placing a hand on her head. A constant feeling of a gong being repeatedly hit with full force in her brain caused her every moment to be slight in an attempt to keep the pain to a minimum.

She cautiously got out of her bed and searched the wardrobe for suitable clothing that would fit her. She pulled out a black tank top and some skinny jeans. The tank top wasn't very suitable for the weather, but there were no other options apart from t-shirts that were way too big.

She had dressed herself and made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth, etc.

She walked into the living room where Joel was leaning against the back of the sofa waiting for her.
"Took your time." He spoke with a slight smirk, looking her up and down.
"Why are you so smiley today?" She tucked one side of her hair behind her ear and furrowed her eyebrows with genuine curiosity.
"Why wouldn't I be?" He crossed his arms.
"You aren't hungover?" He chuckled at her comment.
"Rarely get them anymore." He looked at her top. "Aren't you gonna be cold?"
"It's fine. There's nothing that fits, they're all massive."
"Old clothes being washed?"
"Yep."

He started taking his khaki jacket off, revealing a sweater underneath. He holds the jacket in-front of her.
"Are you sure?" He nodded in response. She took it from his hands and put it on, the sleeves reaching past her hands and the bottom of the coat reaching a good distance of her body. She did all of the buttons up past the top two.
"Let's go." He signalled his head towards the door as he opened it, leading the way.

'Why is he being so nice all of a sudden?' She mentally questioned. She struggled to come up with a valid explanation apart from the fact that they had a drink together and discussed their past a little. Or maybe he was just in a good mood now due to him and Tommy reuniting.

"Y'know Tommy, hes uh-" he paused for a moment. As they walked through the streets where a small civilisation wander around, they were receiving loads of curious looks. "he's a lot like me." He turns his head to face her as he still continues walking in the direction that supposedly lead to Tommy.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm sure you'll get along fine."
"Well if he's a lot like you then..." Eleanore joked with him as they both exchanged chuckles.

They had reached a small wooden structure with fairy lights that were turned off hanging off of the roof neatly. Happy voices that were exchanging laughter could be heard from outside.

Joel turned to Eleanore as her pace slowed, she stared at the building with her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"You alright?" His raspy voice asked her. Her eyes didn't leave the building.
"It's just... weird." She spoke in a quiet voice as her eyes scanned around. "Everyone's so happy." She turned to him with sad eyes. He gave her a small, sad smile.
"I know. We'll get used to it." He laughed through his nose. "Maybe even be as happy as them at some point."