Darkest Devotion

Chapter 10

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains continuous content about ED's (eating disorders). As it is a large part of the chapter, I cannot place warnings of when it will be discussed. If this topic is something that feels harmful or distressing, please do not read the chapter. 

Elara's POV

A hammering pound in my head forces me from my sleep. Sitting up quickly, I grasp the sides of my skull and push in, trying to make the pain stop. 

In response, the assault gets more aggressive as it forces my eyes to clench shut. 

"Ah, fuck." My whimper slips out of me as a tear escapes. 

I have had my fair share of splitting headaches/migraines, especially with what I put my body through, but nothing ever to this magnitude.

Forcing my eyes open, I look over to the clock only to see that I have two more hours before I need to get ready for work. I shift my gaze to the bottle of migraine pills on my desk, waiting patiently next to my phone for me to grab them.

When another sting of pain rocks my brain to the point of almost fainting, I decide to take the pills-- watching how high of a dose I should take. 

I kick back the tablets with a gulp of water from beside my bed before putting it down. Lying back in bed, I turn away from the sunlight and close my eyes as I let the medicine do what it needs to.

My alarm drifts through my room, waking me up sleepily. I sit up in my bed, my arms stretching above my head as I let out a yawn. I turn to grab my phone, pausing when I see the bottle of medication next to it. Oh, right, I had a really bad headache a couple hours ago. Placing my hand softly against the side of my head, I find that the headache has thankfully been relieved. 

Placing a soft smile on my face, I get off my bed and walk towards my closet. 

Today looks like it will be fairly cold, maybe even rainy so I should grab an outfit that's a little more covering. Deciding on my matching tan oversized suit set and a white turtleneck, I quickly place them on me before slipping into some low rise white heels. To top it off, I place my off-white trench coat over my outfit to keep myself warm.

My covered feet carry me to the bathroom in my room where I quickly do a soft beach wave curl to my hair-- trying to look a little more presentable.

I grab my work bag with all of my necessities, making sure I got everything I needed before heading to the front door. I keep my eyes on the floor as I walk past the kitchen, the idea of letting down even the inanimate area of my place causing guilt to scratch across my skin. 

I can practically feel the glare from its objects as they watch me plod towards my front door. I briskly open the door before shutting it behind me in equal measure. 

With a sigh, my legs carry me to the bus stop where I wait for my transportation to work.

As I sit on the bus, I recount yesterday. 

After we had landed, Mr. Castellan walked me to my car and helped me put my things into the trunk before he opened my door for me, telling me to drive safe. 

I tried to keep on a good face and make it seem like I wasn't tired or barely keeping myself upright because I didn't want to be an inconvenience, and I didn't want him to know what has been going on with me. 

I made it back home safely, but barely. 

The nerves of realizing how unsafe everyone around me was for the state I was driving in is what drove me to the decision of public transportation-- at least just until I'm feeling better.