Chapter 4: Eleanor

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I refused to look up at whoever had intruded my safe haven, instead choosing to hug my legs to my chest, burying my face in my knees to hide the smeared make-up. Was it them again? Had they come back to finish up? I had enough bruises at it was, I didn't need anymore. Everything about me ached as i sobbed again, bracing myself for another punch, another kick. Nothing i wasn't used to. Instead, a shocked voice, sounding extremely familiar.

"Eleanor?"

I peeked up, suprised to see Mason standing above me, looking at me with a confused look on his face. His black and grey Ear Pollution earbuds dangles from the hand that wasn't holding the doorknob on the door. What was he doing here? How did he figure out i was in here? Was i crying that loud? Why is he still here?? I could feel myself panicking slightly, but i didn't have the energy to get up and doing anything about it. I went to say something, but another sob escaped my lips and I buried my face in my knees once again. It hurt like hell but there was no way i could control it. I hadn't cried in so long, yet god knows i had plenty of reasons to. This is what i get. One of those horrible cries when there's snot and tears and your eyes are puffy and your makeup smears and you cant hide any flaw on your face, and you feel like complete and utter crap.

A moment later, and i could hear Mason walking away, the door slowly closing. Was it weird that when that happened o just cried more? I mean, I know i didn't know him, but i didn't realize that he was going to be such a jerk about it... maybe i was just desperate for someone to care about me, just once.

A few minutes passed and i hadn't stopped. Heck, i hadn't stopped in a while. Suddenly, the door was opening again, and i heard someone sit infront of me. I tensed up, bracing myself for the worst, possibly another beating, and then someone had their hand on my back and was rubbing it gently, in small but awkward circles.

"Hey, Eleanor. Look up."

Mason?

I looked up slowly, and there he was, and he was handing me a bottle of water. His soft hazel eyes looked slightly worried, slightly uncomfortable.

"Drink some water, okay..?" He said quietly, opening it for me. "It always helps me calm down when I'm freaking out." I took the bottle and started drinking some, and ended up chugging down about three-fourths of the bottle before stopping for a breath. Mason chuckled softly, still rubbing my back. "Is that any better..?" He asked. I nodded slowly, sniffling. It really did help, surprisingly.

"Y-Yeah, thank you..."

He stood up, grabbing a box of tissues from one of the shelves in the closet and handing them to me.

"Here..."

"Thanks"

I blew my nose and tried to clean myself up a little bit, which wouldn't really work out with tissues and no mirror. I started to stand up, but pain shot through my right ankle and I fell back down. Before i hit the ground, i felt two arms catch me and pull me to my feet.

"Hey, are you okay?" Mason asked worriedly. I nodded quickly, stepping away from him and trying to get used to the pain. I'd done it before.

"Y-Yeah, i slipped. I'm okay..." i said, forcing a small smile. He looked at me suspiciously, then sighed.

"Okay, come on." He said, grabbing my hand and starting to walk down the hall. I started to pull my hand away, but then decided to keep it there. Touching isnt my thing, but this.. This was okay for now.

He took me down the hall to a room I'd never been into, but had always wanted to go in. The music room. The music teacher, Ms Harper, was just walking out of the room when we reached her.

Ms Harper was known as being one of the coolest teachers in the school. There were rumors that she had been in a band when she was a teenager, dropped out of school for a year to go on tour but that failed when their drummer got hit by a car and ended up screwing up his wrist, and couldn't play anymore. The band fell apart, she went back to school, and eventually became the music teacher here. She was really eccentric, and there were very few students who didn't like her, and were afraid to confide in her. I had never spoken to her, but she seemed pretty cool with her long flowing tie-dye skirts, shawls, and gladiator boots. She looked like she had just gotten back from Woodstock, minus the long hair and peace signs everywhere.

"Hey, Ms H!" Mason said, smiling as he stood next to her. "Would you mind if me and Eleanor hung out for a while in there..?"  Ms Harper sighed, chuckling and running a hand through short, black choppy hair.

"I dunno...."

"Oh come on Ms H, please...?" He asked, acting like he was begging. She laughed, grinning and nodding.

"Go ahead guys. Just remember to lock up, okay? And keep it clean in there."

Before either of us could've respond to that last statement, she has walked down the hall. Mason laughed awkwardly and brought me inside.

The music room was extraordinary. It was painted this mustard yellow color, the kind of color that would look nasty in some places but here looked absolutly perfect. The walls were covered in quotes painted on walls from tons of bands, some of the most famous and some I'd never heard of before. The room smelled of wood, cork grease, and brass. Instrument cases were everywhere, with odd shapes I had never seen before, and some completely recognizable. There were flutes, keyboards, guitars, bases, and much much more strewn around the room on stands and leaned against walls. Mason grinned, looking pleased with himself.

"Whatcha think?"

"Woah..." i mumbled, shocked that the school had a room like this. Mason laughed, pulling me in and closing the door. "Do you play any instruments?"

I nodded. "Yeah.. Piano, cello, and violin..."

"Awesome! Here, play something on piano." He pulled me over to the piano and sat me down on the bench. "Go for it!"

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A/N: Hey readers! So, i already know the beginning of this story may be slow, but i promise that things will pick up, okay? If you have any suggestions, please comment or message me, okay?? Also, please, please, pretty please vote for this and spread the word!! Honestly, unless people show some interest, i might not update. The only people who have voted are two of my friends and my sister, so please show some love if you like the story XD thank you for reading!!!

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