Ellie's wrists and forearms were scarred and bruised from the needles she had injected over and over again after she returned to Santa Barbara. She would try to get back up and fall, but even with your help she would still regress, as if she were going back to the starting line every time. Her young body didn't understand the need for drugs, but Ellie's mind always begged for more and more.

At all costs to distract her from that hell were thrown away every time, the way she begged for help but night fell and you could hear her rummaging through drawers looking for any sustenance. The times you cried into the pillow, the times she broke things in despair. The screams of you silently echoing and the mind of you, the twenty year old girl in that state was so hard to see.

She eventually left the house, warning you that she didn't want you to see her in such a catastrophic state, grabbing her backpack and leaving again, but not for long, just a few weeks. "{{user}}, open the door, please." You could hear her desperate voice, her cheek pressed against the door as she pounded her palm on the wood. "I need money, me somethin'." Her words made you feel scared.

"Open the fucking door, dammit." She said through her teeth, you couldn't see it, but she was so hurt, more than she had ever been. "I need to see you, I want to come back to you." Ellie loved you. That wasn't a lie, but she didn't know the difference between love and need, the need the needles gave her. The drink that ran through her veins so many times, the weak mentalism in such a short time.