Trigger warning: Depictions of graphic sexual assault and drink spiking. Please don't read if this will upset you

Elenora Grace swan.

Bella's older but no less awkward sister.

She supposed she had a decent childhood, if you can count never really getting along with your mother as decent. Not that she hadn't tried to be the perfect little angel, it just seemed that everything she did irked her.

However, she adored her little sister. They were so close growing up, holding most of the same interests and introverted personalities. The only main difference was Bella's love for literature, whereas she loved all aspects of art. It didn't matter that Elenora was 4 years older. Bella was usually the only person she could stand to be around.

She often wondered if that's because she was essentially forced to assume the role of Bella's mother. God knows Renée definitely did not act like one. They had some good times together among the bad and she was lucky to have travelled to many places across the states in her short life. Her mother often tried to sabotage these rare happy moments with cutting words, but Elenora was excellent at shrugging her off and acting nonchalant. It made no difference on the inside though, every harsh criticism and judgment leaving a scar on her heart.

She supposed that what she had achieved and made of her life had been quite impressive at the time. She'd left them to attend the university of Washington when Bella was 14 and she was 18, hoping that her mother could at least be mature enough to handle one child.

Bella was so grown up for her age that Nora knew she'd be able to look after herself if she had to. Though the thought of leaving her with their unpredictable mother did not thrill her. Besides Bella was quite obviously their mothers favourite, not that she minded. She'd chosen a college in the city of Seattle to be closer to her father, they never got to see him a lot which saddened her greatly since she loved him to death.

They had an amazing relationship, he just seemed to understand her and was always furious when she told him of her mothers hate for her. Bella didn't share the same sentiments as her, she was closer to their mother but Elenora adored any moment she was able to spend with her father, she was a true Daddy's girl.

When she started college she'd been happy. She was majoring in Art, though her true passions were the fine arts and photography. She knew to some it was not a useful degree to have; she was exceptional at what she did and knew with hard work and dedication she could truly make something of herself.

She didn't have many friends, not close ones anyway but she was fine with that. She was a true introvert at heart and lived for the moments when it was just her, the empty canvas and the silence that allowed her to think and be her most creative self.

Any break that she had she would travel down to the rainy town of Forks and stay with her father, she could tell he was glad of the company.

She was happy to be with him, watching the football and making him home cooked meals, and he was always grateful and eager to have her there. She could tell he was lonely, seeing right through the reassuring smile he tried to sell her.

There were always take out containers and beer cans littering the living room and the sight broke her heart. Being the chief of police he never seemed to have the time to look after himself so each time she visited him she made it her mission to make him feel loved and appreciated.

Renée leaving him had hit him harder then he liked to admit. Elenora could tell that he'd truly loved her but her mother was a selfish woman and only ever thought of her own needs and desires, even when it came to her children. She wanted him to know there was someone who still loved and cared for him and she pretended not to notice the tears in his eyes when she sat and laughed with him at the dinner table.

Things had been going well for her and she remembered she'd been so happy and content, 21 in her penultimate year of college and approaching her last year rapidly. She was doing amazingly in class and hanging out with the few friends she had, loving the independent life she now lead. She spoke with a now 17 year old Bella everyday, happy that her leaving hadn't spoiled their close relationship.

Their mother was at least decent to Bella so over the years Elenora had been in college she'd payed for Bells to visit her a few times. She was ecstatic to show her around Seattle's bookshops and hiking trails since both girls loved nature. She even took her to see Charlie a few times, though that had always been slightly awkward since they hardly saw each other and didn't have a close bond. She got a good laugh out of it though; Bella was truly her fathers daughter even if she couldn't see it.

She was surprised when she'd recieved a call from Bella informing her that she would be moving to live with their father, scoffing in disbelief when she discovered the reason was that her mother wanted to travel with her new fiancé. Nora hadn't even been told that she'd met anyone, let alone was marrying them. She was sure Phil was a nice man but she couldn't help but feel angry at her mother putting her selfish needs over caring for her daughter.

She assured Bella that everything would be fine and soon Bella had settled into her new life with Charlie, growing fond of the dreary small town. She'd even met a boy-some kid named Edward who she seemed to be infatuated with. Their intense relationship worried Charlie but she just shrugged it off and told him that that's how young love is.

Speaking of her father he called her religiously to tell her of his fishing and hunting trips with Harry Clearwater and venting to her about whatever difficult case he was working on. Forks was a quiet town but as chief of police Charlie was often dragged into cases from the surrounding counties.

She hardly ever received calls from her mother and she told herself that she didn't care; she couldn't stop the painful ache in her chest everytime she thought of her.

It didn't matter how much her mother seemed to hate her, she still held a spark of love in her heart for her; with each unanswered phone call it grew smaller and smaller. Despite the heartache she carried on with her life, partying albeit reluctantly with her friends and making the memories she'd been so eager to create.

Yes, things had been wonderful, until they weren't. It had been at one of these parties where things had taken a turn for the worst. She'd gotten ready even though she tried to convince her 'friends' she didn't feel like going.

They'd scoffed and rolled their eyes, telling her she was boring and a killjoy, that she needed to let loose for once and stop being so uptight. Harsh as their words had been she'd listened, pulling on an uncomfortable pair of black strappy heels that matched her modest black dress. she had only bought both items to wear just this once, and as she squeezed the heels on she remembered why she preferred sneakers.

It was on campus, a five minute walk from her dorms and she remembered that uncomfortable as she had been she tried to get into the mood to party; in the back of her mind all she wanted to be doing was staying in her room with a good book.

They'd arrived when the party was in full swing, people littered the lawn and she could see from the outside how packed it was, flashing lights and booming music hurting her head. This was really not her scene. She'd let her friends drag her inside and within moments she'd been completely abandoned, being swept up by the crowd.

Parties were not her thing so she had no idea what to do and wandered around trying to see of she could spot any of her friends aywhere. She did at one point, though they were with a group of guys who seemed way too old to be in college, some of them already making out. She'd crinkled her nose in disgust and decided that if she was here she might as well have a little fun, making her way through the sweaty crowd to the kitchen.

She remembered that for some odd reason she'd felt really unsettled as she poured herself a drink, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she had looked around the room anxiously, but nothing seemed to be out of place. Then someone had barged into her. She'd turned to give them a piece of her mind only to freeze and offer a friendly smile instead.

The culprit was someone she knew, not closely but enouh to be an aquaintace. A friend of a friend-Josh if she could remember right. He was your typical all American boy next door. Neat brown hair, blue eyes and a kind friendly face.

She hadn't really spoken to or hung out with him that much; only when she'd been with her friends but they somehow ended up chatting anyway, her sipping at her drink as they spoke at length about anything and everything. She actually found she was having a good time and was relieved that she at least knew someone here so she didn't look like the loner she really was, he was a nice guy and she was surprised they hadn't got to know eachother better before this.

As time went on she'd noticed that she was starting to feel a little dizzy, her head felt fuzzy and she found it was hard to breathe. She had stared at her drink with half lidded eyes confused as to how she felt so drunk when she hadn't even finished one drink. She remebers someone putting her arm around their shoulder, her head swivilling from side to side as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.

Time seemed to flash by, one minute she and the mystery person were among the crowd and the next she felt the soft covers of what she guessed was a bed sheet against her back. She had tried her best to look at her surroundings but it was getting increasingly diffiucly to move, her limbs were heavy and her head was swimming. All she can remember is a dark room, barely illuminated by the lights that seeped in under the closed door.

She could remember the dread she had felt when she felt weight suddenly on top of her, the bed dipping slightly under the force. She had whimpered in confusion and fear when someone, a man, pressed their lips agaisnt her neck, biting and sucking harshly and ignoring her as she cried and feebly tried to push them away. All she could see was a mop of brown hair.

Time flashed again and the person had managed to remove her shoes and dress throwing them to the floor hurriedly as they kissed along her exposed skin, ignoring her struggles and slurred cries. She had felt relief when the door was pushed open suddenly, making out the silhouette of one of her friends standing in the doorway. Her attacker either hadn't noticed or didn't care as he continued to force himself upon her, ripping her underwear down her legs and leaving bruises in his wake.

That relief was washed away by utter betrayel as her so called 'friend' had froze for a moment before hurrying away, shutting the door behind them and sealing her fate. She had sobbed in disbelief at that, before she resigned herself to suffer in silence, staring at the ceiling and concealing her cries as her assailant stole her innocence.

She had woken up hours later, naked, bruised and alone. Her thighs were splattered in drying blood and something else she couldn't even bring herself to admit. She didn't need to look at herself to know she was covered in dark bruises, she could feel them ache and sting as she sat up. She had cried out in pain when she moved her legs, a sharp stab travelling through her abdomen. She sat there quielty for the longest time, before she seemed to move on auto pilot, pulling on her dress and shoes, calmly exiting the house and walking solemnly back to her dorm.

She pushed the door to her room closed and realising she was finally completely alone, burst into inconsolable tears. The force of her cries shook her body violently; still drowsy from whatever drug had been slipped in her drink, she collapsed onto the floor. She curled herself into a tight ball, and those cries developed into heartbreaking wails. She remebers just laying there, crying to her hearts content, not even aware of how much time had passed.

She burst to her feet suddenly like she had been possesed and proceeded to rip the dress from her body, wanting to get it out of her sight. He had touched it with his filthy hands, the same hands that had ripped her innocence and dignity from her. She hyperventilated as she stood there naked, shoving the dress into the very back of a draw she never opened, doing the same with her shoes once she had managed to calm her trembling hands for a moment to pull them off. She slammed it shut, before she rushed to the bathroom.

She turned the shower on to its highest temperature, not even giving it time to heat up properly before she had practically thrown herself in, grabbing a flannel and scrubbing it furiously along her already tender skin. She weeped as she washed herself, the scolding water burning her skin though she had paid it no mind, focused on removing the feeling of his fingers and lips crawling along her body. She screamed again as his face suddenly popped into her head, grinning maliciously as he grabbed her chin and stuck his disgusting tongue in her mouth.

She released a horrified screach before she sank onto the cold floor of the shower, her tears being washed away by the water that pelted harshly against her skull, crying in agony as she was forced to relive her torture over and over again in her mind.

After that things were kind of hazy. She remembered that she had stopped answering calls from her father and Bella, only bringing herself to read the worried texts they both sent her. She had received a few worrying texts from her father about Bella being in the hospital, and she wished she had found the strength to pick up the phone; all she did was stare detachedly as their names appeared on her screen.

She spent most of her days just trying to put on a brave face, though she knew people had realised something was wrong, she couldn't really hide how numb she'd become. In the day she attended class as normal, her usual smiling and happy self replaced by an emotionless robot with dead, empty eyes who never uttered a word.

When she was in the solice of her room she would cry and scream and wail to her hearts content, her only coping mechanism being painting the disturbing images that plagued her dreams, of dark figures with evil smiles and shadows looming over a girl dressed in white. She took solice in her art, and was able to detach herself from the broken girl in the painting, pretending that the girl wasn't her but someone else. Days turned into months, her 22nd birthday passing like just another day and she still ignored her father and Bella, deep inside she knew what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to care about anything anymore.

It seemed that painting the traumatic event seemed to help her, and she contnued to delude herself that her and the girl were two different people. She knew it was a bad way to deal with her trauma, but transferring it into her art gave her some release, if only for a short while. It took months but eventually she began to feel slightly better. There comes a point where you just have to accept when things happen, and move on. Nora knew she'd never feel like her true self again, but she refused to let it ruin her life. She still had breakdowns, often caused by one wrong look from a man or seeing someone who resembled her attacker, but they gradually began to fade away too.

Her phone had rung once again as she was sat staring out her window one night, reflecting on the things that had occurred in the last few months. Bella's name was lighting up the screen. Not knowing what had possesed her that time  she shakily brought the phone to her ear, hesitating before she accepted the call.

Immediately her sister was screaming down the phone at her, and she sat as still as a statue as she let her get it all out. Bella was absolutely livid, but there was a detached quality to her voice and it was hoarse, like it had been out of use for a while. When Bella had finished her angry ranting, they had sat in heavy silence before Nora had burst into sobs, Bella frantically questioning what was wrong. Through her tears she had spilled all of the horrific details, feeling awful that she was dumping this on her now 18 year old sister but she just needed to tell someone.

She sobbed even harder as her sister comforted her, and she could hear her Dad in the back nearly shouting as he asked what was happening. The line went silent for a while, and dread had welled up in her stomach as she awaited her Dad's response. There was a shuffling on the other end of the line, and her body was wracked with silent sobs as she finally heard her fathers voice.

It was the gentlest he'd ever spoken, he sounded so tired but relieved and she wondered what had been happening while she'd been swallowed by her grief. He talked softly to her, eventually managing to calm her down enough to tell her how much he loved her and was there for her, persuading her to come home so she could be with him and Bella.

She wanted nothing more then that, and he reassured her that he'd take care of everything, he'd ring her school first thing in the morning and demand that she be given a break to deal with everything. He even offered to come and get her now, but she told him that she would drive herself there when he had sorted things out. He had sounded unsure but agreed, and Bella snatched the phone only to say that she would be texting her throughout the night.

Nora knew something was up by how out of character the two were being, she knew it wasn't just from the predicament she put them in, but she had smiled and chuckled resigned to question them later before they had said their goodbyes.

She stared blankly out of her window again and worried silently about what her future held, but found that a small shred of excitement began to fill her for the first time in months as she thought of her return to Forks.

(Edited 07/12/21)