Eleanor
Thursday evening came with a stillness that somehow felt louder than the buzz of any regular weekday. I stood in the middle of my bedroom, staring at my phone on the dresser like it might blink to life with a reason not to do what I had just decided I would. But of course, it didn’t.
I sighed.
It had been a long time since I went back to my parents’ house. Longer since I had actually spoken to Matt. My brother had been mad at me… he was still mad at me, for reasons that, if I was being honest, were fair in his world. He was mad because he thought that I didn't get him, and why he did what he did. He thought I didn't understand what he was going through at the hands of his bully, or at least, not in a way that mattered. But that wasn't the case, and if I was being fair, I also di
