The Eleanor Diaries

My Blood

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My Blood-Ellie Goudling.

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Worry lines. That's all I see on those broody peoples foreheads. I'm sure I'm the cause of my mom's constant worry lines and abnormally gray hair-she was in her mid thirties. 

Here I was, with a worry line of my own forming while sitting in the boring waiting room of Angelica's office. 

As usaul, mom entertained herself with a Nicholas Sparks book and Bailee entertained herself by playing with her phone. And I stared at my feet. The hideous cheap pair of sandals I'd thrown on reminded me to go pick up a newer pair of hideous cheap sandals. The baby blue nail polish that I'd put on my toes at least three months ago was barely visible. Groom feet. Duly noted. 

''Eleanor,'' I heard my name called from the sickly sweet voice that always seems to make my stomach turn. Angelica. 

It wasn't that she wasn't a good person, it was that she had annoying traits that, well, annoyed me. Like her voice. Her vomit green eyes. Her lanky posture. Her boring gray suits combined with colorful bulky necklaces. Which was stuff she couldn't help of course. Well she could do something about her lanky posture and suits/necklaces. 

She held the door open and moved so I could walk in the small room that included a small couch, a chair, two side tables, a bookshelf, and her desk. 

I made myself comfortable on the brown leather couch and hugged an ugly throw pillow to my stomach. ''So Eleanor. It's been awhile since our last meeting. Any changes?'' Besides my cutting, not eating, and crazy episodes? Nah. 

Fake smile cue, go. ''No, actually I've been feeling a lot better. I'm considering dying my hair green and getting a tattoo on my face.'' 

She laughed. ''Now that's the Eleanor we're looking for.'' She says. 

''Sarcastic Eleanor? She's never left.'' I pointed out. 

She smiled. ''No, happy Eleanor,'' She says.

Now that caught me off guard. ''Happy?'' 

''Yes. Happy,''

''Have you ever seen me happy?'' I asked. 

She frowned. ''I've seen pictures.'' She says. The blow is coming soon....

''Pictures? Pictures of what, me being stupid? Me faking? Pictures lie, Angelica.'' 

''Eleanor, you haven't been depressed your whole life.'' Explosion.

I stood up, threw the pillow, knocking a lamp over in the process. She flinched. ''You don't tell me how I feel, or felt! You haven't been in my shoes. You don't know me! You know the issues I've been whining about for six months! But you don't know me, Eleanor. You know my name, you barely know my story.'' I said. I grabbed my phone off the table and stormed out. 

People called my name, demanding me to stop. But did I listen? No. 

I ran into the nearest elevator and shoved the button as many times possible. ''Don't take it out on the button.'' Someone said from behind me. 

I jumped a little. ''Can't take it out on anyone else, so why not the button?'' 

I turned to face the same blonde guy that was at my door a few days ago. Vince I believe was his name.

He gave me a smirk. ''You could always take it out on me. I've been told I'm a great punching bag.'' He offered, extending his arm outwards. 

''That's ok. The button worked wonders. I feel like Rocky.'' I said.

He laughed. ''So, what's got you down, Eleanor?'' He asked. Wow, he remembered my name.

I embarresedly wiped the tears off my face. ''Therapists. Why pay them for bullshit advice?'' I said.

Again, he laughed. ''Well, some people tend to believe their expertise works.'' He explained.

''Yeah, if Dr. Phil is your therapist. Mine is a no good amatuer named Angelica Pail.'' I said.

He burst out laughing. ''It wasn't that funny,''

''It kinda was, considering Angelica is my older sister.'' 

My jaw dropped. Which made him laugh ten times harder. ''I'm really sorry! And how was I supposed to know? It's not like she mentioned you. Or I have a mind reading power.'' I babbled. 

He put up his hand to stop me as he continued laughing. ''It's really okay. I don't take offence over, anything really. I like a blunt girl.'' He said.

I blushed. ''Well, blunt is my talent. Sadly.''

''Angelica can be....overbearing. And she has this tendency to think her bullshit advice is always right.'' 

''Yeah, that pretty much sums her up.'' I said.

He chuckled. ''The sad thing is, I have two more sisters which are just like her and two brothers.'' He said.

My eyes widened. ''Wow, I only have one sister.'' Well... "And two step brothers, but they don't count.'' 

He laughed. ''There's that blunt thing again.'' He said.

''Oh, it never left. It was just waiting for a comment to be blunt about.''

He smirked. ''You know, we got dropped off to our floor a long time ago and we never got off the elevator.'' He said.

Whoa, even I didn't realize we were still in the elevator. ''Oh...''

''Not that I'm not enjoying our battle of the blunts here, but I better go see Ang before she goes neurotic.'' He explained.

I laughed. ''Goes?''

''Well, returns from being neurotic.'' I smiled.

''Use that number I gave you last time. Call anytime, day or night. Except day and night. Well, just text.'' He said, walking away.

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