*Eleanor*
I wake and find myself alone in bed. Erik left me. Alone. I sigh and sit up. I don’t know how to feel. I didn’t want him here, but I didn’t want to be alone, either.
I rub my eyes and get up as my stomach growls. I haven’t eaten since before I accidentally cut my husband. I wonder if Erik has eaten since I did not cook. I know that he can, but he’s not here for me to ask.
I look through my dresses for the darkest one I have. It’s a dark grey, and I usually save it for when I have my cycle so I do not stain my dresses with blood, so it should hide any stains from my back. I pull it on as carefully as I can, but as it hits my back, I cry out in pain. It’s not like the rags that were flat across my back, but it pulls down on the cuts, and it hurts so badly.
A young wo
