Eleanor Finley Park, secret daughter of the practically famous business man located in Melbourne, who's life resides on the gorgeous beach island just off the coast. When Eleanor starts receiving horrifying gifts from a stalker, she returns to her f...
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At this point, drunk was an understatement.
As the night progressed I continued to search for my sweet cat.
Starting at the entrance, and eventually moving more into my home. Yet still- no luck. Each spot I checked, and found nothing dug a deeper pit inside my stomach.
A pit that in those moments I felt like I could only fill with alcohol.
The small dainty kitchen cupboard wasn't usually opened, its wooden green door, like the rest in the kitchen, had beautifully carved flowery designs which I was now staring at from across the room. As I slumped myself against the opposite wall and stared. Hoping Beth would come out or perhaps my mind would grace me with a hiding spot where she could be.
Something was telling me that she was still in my apartment, it just wasn't like her to leave much. So even if the idea was foolish, I continued to search only inside.
As I drank the last few drops from the strawberry wine bottle, all feelings of discomfort gurgled about in my stomach. Yet, though I did try to be sick, nothing would leave my body yet.
After a few almost-falls I made it back to my bed, perhaps one of my favourite places if not the ocean. I slowly took off my shoes and hoodie, leaving me in soft shorts and a small tank top, and crawled into the safe haven that was my bed.
Perhaps this was all a nightmare. A nightmare that would hopefully dissolve away if I could just lay down.
Now in bed and sniffling a little to clear my nose, the expected peace that was imagined to easily succumb me never came. Instead after a minute or so of lying down a strange wetness flooded out from the pillow and stained my face.
TW- GRUESOME IMAGERY AND DEATH
"What th- Huh? What the hell?" My drunkenness really apparent now through my slurred words made me realise how fucked I actually was.
Was I hallucinating? I often experienced dreams of being in the ocean, and even nightmares of drowning .
"Fucking h- hell man, stupid stupi- dreams" Now hiccups racing through my body worsened the feelings whirling around.
"Fuck, fuck" I repeated as I made my way to my bathroom, prepared to wash my face clean- as if there was something really on my face, before attempting to sleep again.
However when I turned the light on, and looked at the pale small girl looking back at me in the mirror, the large red stain across the left side of my face struck me by surprise.
"What?" I muttered in pure disbelief.
I slowly turned back and looked to the open bathroom door, which lead into my bedroom. I could feel my feet carry me back towards my bed, my head determined to see what was going on, yet everything else in my body told me to run away.
