She was a liar, a failure, a wreck. She was Eleanor Nash.

Her world was crashing down around her, her boyfriend cheated on her with her mentor, the one person she trusted the most, even more than Marco, her one true friend, the one she loved more than she knew. Her mother was a recovering alcoholic, her father barely there, and now he was back she couldn't cope, couldn't cope with the fact that he had PTSD. She knew that her mother wouldn't, couldn't cope and would return once more to the all too familiar, glistening hands of alcohol – Perhaps her death would be one less burden upon them.

"I'm fine," she'd say, but deep down she know she wasn't.

Ellie knew she couldn't cope with it all anymore – Craig no longer wanted her, Marco barely kept in touch (even though he promised he would) & Bueller was long since dead, perhaps throwing herself into the waves was her only way out, her only chance of escape? – Her physical scars had almost healed but her mental scarring hurt so, so much, so much they were driving her over the edge of despair and death was her only option, her only chance at peace.

The waves were crashing down around her like the lives of all those who dared to be around her, their lives failing because of her and her parasitic ways and she couldn't "fix" them, her damaged was done, all beyond repair. No one truly wanted to know her, no one truly cared. One love a near cripple, an ex on tour in Afghanistan like her damaged father & he would turn out the same way, if not worse – It was inevitable… Ellie was nothing, she was nobody, what was the point?

She was a liar, a failure, a wreck. She was Eleanor Nash – Remember her…