Eleanor stomped home by herself despite that meaning being alone and defenseless. Sear Kiu tried to shove Eleanor, but she shoved him instead. "Fuck off, you pathetic worthless dingus." Eleanor spat as she walked away. When Eleanor got home, she went into the hall. She held a photo of her mother Genevieve close to her heart. She tried to stay strong, but could not prevent a tear. "I'm a worthless hoe." Eleanor said to the picture of her mother. For some odd reason, talking to that picture always made her feel better. "I know that's not the girl you wanted to raise, but it happened anyways." Eleanor added. This was her daily routine. She'd go home, and then tell the picture of her mother how useless she was. Same cliche event every time. "Should I text Joy and invite her to come over?" Eleanor asked the picture. After a moment's silence, she heard one knock. That meant yes. "Okay, thank you mom." Eleanor said, putting the picture of her mom back onto her bed table. She got out her phone and texted Joy.

(Bold is Eleanor, underlined is Joy)

Hey Joy, I'm sorry for the way I acted back at school. Can you come over to my house?
Why are you apologizing stupid?! And sure, I have nothing better to do.

Joy turned off her phone and got her bag. The sun had already set, so it was dark. "It's so dark... Stupid sky." Joy muttered as she did some parkour to reach Eleanor's house. It looked shabby and orange compared to the other houses on the block. She reached Eleanor's house and knocked on the door. After a second, she heard a voice. "C-coming!" Eleanor stuttered as she opened the door. There was a lamp on the ground, and several dishes were scattered all over the kitchen counter. "Sorry about the mess, I can clean it up or..." Eleanor trailed off. She seemed to be out in her own world as she walked around, staring up at the ceiling. "I don't care... It's your house." Joy replied. She studied more of the area. Indeed, it was messy, and it seemed like an uncomfortable environment to live in. Eleanor struggled to stack the plates on the high, crooked cupboard, so Joy decided to help. "If you keep this going, you're gonna drop the plates..." Joy murmured, and took the stack of plates she was holding and handed her one. "One at a time." Joy said. "O-Okay..." Eleanor stuttered, taking the plate and putting it in the cupboard. The two continued to do this until all the plates were up there. The cupboard shut by itself with a rather loud creak. "Thanks Mom." Eleanor said, walking to her room and motioning for Joy to follow her. This was always what happened: Something would get done by itself, and Eleanor would thank her Mom for it. It was a wonder where Eleanor's sanity was these days. Eleanor's room was the same as it always had been: incredibly messy. Eleanor flopped onto the bed. Her sheets were a new color. Joy looked around her room until her gaze shifted back to Eleanor. "So... What did you call me here for?" Joy asked. Her eyes wandered off to observe the dim surroundings. "Oh, it's nothing you would care about..." Eleanor sighed. Her fan was making an incredibly loud buzzing sound. Eleanor grabbed a new seafoam green colored notebook with navy blue polka dots and sketched an unknown anime-like character. "Just get it over with or this would be a waste of time..." Joy scoffed, and peeked over Eleanor's shoulder to glance at her character. The character had long hair, a crop top, combat boots, and a giant bow in her hair. "Well... It's about my mom..." Eleanor groaned. "You've probably already figured out what happened, haven't you?" She asked. The opening of a door, footsteps, and a bag crinkling was just barely audible. "She... died? Or something?" Joy said in a quiet voice, not noticing the strange sounds. "She was murdered on the beach." Eleanor said, her voice slightly cracking in despair. "She was a beautiful woman too, I'm sad I didn't get to know her better." Eleanor added. She sighed and closed her eyes, having a moment of silence for her mother. "Oh." Joy said nothing else. She felt empathy for poor Eleanor; having to put up all the years of this memory. And she continued talking. "I was no more than two when she died, dad sugarcoated it." She said. "The seals of her true written past came to come and bring her to a better place, he says." Eleanor said, imitating her dad's voice. "I sugarcoated it for a reason." Said a manly voice. Then, Eleanor's father Josiah came into the room holding some grocery bags. "Does anyone wanna help me out here?" He asked. Joy looked at him. "Is that your dad?" She asked. Eleanor nodded. With a straight face, Joy weakly waved at him. "Hi... there. I'm Joy." She said. "Hey howdy hey, Joy. I'm Eleanor's father Josiah." He replied, blowing some brown hair out of his face. Eleanor took a grocery bag from him and walked into the kitchen. "Dad, I can't find anywhere to put it!" Eleanor called out to her father. "The floor will do!" He yelled back at her in response. He walked into the kitchen as well, leaving Joy to herself in Eleanor's room that smelled of Hershey's bars. "That... was quite a bit of information to process," Joy murmured to herself. After taking her last look around the small room, Joy followed behind them.