Fine Line

Feelings Are Never Wrong

Warnings:
This chapter will have some adult content and contain detail of decline in Mental Health, focusing on Anxiety attacks and injury as consequence. It does get dark.

It's not super graphic but I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. I want to reiterate this work is entirely fiction, I do not know anyone written about personally and this does not reflect their personality.

That being said, I hope you enjoy! :)

She woke to a buzzing on her bedside table, peeping her eyes open she was blinded by her phone which was alight.

'Tooney' she said under her breath.

"Tooney, it's late. What's going on?" Her groggy voice answered the phone

"Mary?" A broken voice replied.

"Are you okay? Where are yuh?" The goalkeeper sat bolt upright. Rushing out of bed.

"I need you, please" Ella let out a sob

"Where are you??" Mary ran out her room grabbing the first pair of shoes she could find.

"My flat" Mary's heart raced as she heard Ella's breathing become rapid.

"Right I'm on my way I'll be 5 minutes stay on the phone mate" but there was just silence. Mary stopped for a second.

"Ella?" She looked at her phone but the midfielder had hung up. She made her way out the door, car keys in hand trying to ring Ella back.

'Welcome to the O2 Messaging Service. I'm sorry-'

"Shit" Mary said under her breath, locking her door and rushing down to her car. Still in her pyjamas.

Mary pulled into the car park for Ella's building. On the floor, she seen items of clothing on the ground as she got out her car. Looking up it was directly below Ella's flat.

"What the fuck" she spoke to herself, jogging toward the building. Mary was a bit apprehensive of what she might find.

It was 2am, Ella's building was eerily quiet. Mary's footsteps echoed as she ran up the stairs, 2 at a time. Breathing heavily from rushing she opened the door to Tooneys flat.

What she was greeted with would stick with her forever.

The flat had been turned upside down, smashed glass and crockery on the wet floor. Mary could only assume it was from whatever Ella had smashed.

The TV had been ripped off the wall and on the ground, caved in. There were holes in the wall by the door to the balcony.

Mary didn't know what had happened. Her eyes widened as she seen a small blood trail on the floor, leading into the grey carpet of Ella's bedroom.

"Ella?" She pushed the door open sheepishly. Her eyes scanning the dark room for any signs of life. There was a slither of light coming from the en suite bathroom.

She rounded the corner and seen Ella in a heap on the floor. Holding a towel on her hand. The toilet and sink was full of vomit, and Ella herself looked really ill.

"My god, what's happened!" Mary rushed towards her. Wrapping her arms around her. "Did someone break in? Where's Joe?"

"He's gone" Ella sobbed into Mary's shoulder. "I fucked it up. I'm so wrong in the head" she pulled back from Mary who was reluctant to let go. Ella started to hit her head again but was promptly stopped by Mary.

"No! No." Mary said softly but firmly. She had a good look at Ella for the first time. The midfielder had a bruise coming on the edge of her hairline where she had been hitting herself. Her eyes were puffy and red. Her right hand was swollen and scratched across the knuckle and her left hand wrapped in a small hand towel.