The Eleanor Diaries

Chapter 11. Perfect

''All my efforts to clean me

Leave me putrid and filthy

And how can you look at me

When I can't stand myself''

-Flyleaf. ''Perfect''

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I wake up to the bright light from the sun pouring in from my window. I pull the cover over my eyes, hoping the sun would just dissapear. 

But the opposite happened, it reappeared. 

Because the cover was ripped from my head, and a person was hovering over me. I looked up to see Bailee.

''Can I help you?'' I asked groggily.

''Alan made breakfest,'' She said. ''He told me to wake you up, while there's some left,''

''Ok, I'll be right down. Thanks.'' I said.

She nodded and walked out. Leaving me to myself. I got up and threw a hoodie over my head, ran a brush through my hair, and brushed my teeth.

I went downstairs to find Alan and Bailee at the table eating breakfest. I went over to dip some out and grab some coffee. ''Where's mom?'' I asked.

''Asleep,'' Alan said.

''This late?'' I questioned. It was a bit unusaul for her to sleep in.

He nodded. ''She doesn't feel good.'' Bailee said.

''Oh,'' I said simply. I decided not to sit with Alan and Bailee, and went into our living room. 

I lounged on the couch and grabbed the remote, changing it to my favorite; Criminal Minds. It was at the part where they do their opening quotes.

''....Fate is not satisfied with inflicting one calamity....'' 

What a coincidence, huh?

Suddenly the doorbell rang, scaring me half to death. ''I got it!'' Bailee yelled and ran to the door.

I heard Bailee and random stranger chatting, and then they finally came around the corner to reveal theirself.

I wasn't surprised when I saw it was my grandfather. He smiled when he saw me, and I returned it. 

''How ya doin', kiddo?'' He asked, with that deep southern drawl of his.

''Eh, surviving,'' I said. He chuckled.

I got up to hug him and he held me tight. He always gives the best hugs. Then the unimaginable happened. He grasped my arm tight, not tight enough to cause pain, but of course he didn't know I had a huge cut there. I hissed in pain. He looked down at me questioningly. 

''Was I holding you that tight, buddy?'' He asked, guilt covering his features.

''You've just got a grip,'' I lied.

He chuckled. I excused myself to go upstairs.

I went straight to the bathroom, pulled up my sleeve and observed the angry looking cut. I grabbed some first aid antiseptic and poured it on the cut, hissing in pain and feeling the tears run down my face. 

Then I froze once I heard the sound of the door opening. It revealed Bailee. I quickly pulled down my sleeve, wiped away the tears, and threw on a smile. 

''What are you doing?'' She asked suspiciously.

''Nothing,'' I lied. 

She shrugged it off. ''I've gotta pee, so can you get out?'' She asked.

I walked out and released the breath I've been holding in since Bailee walked in.