Prologue

She was born on a rainy day and it had always rained on her birthday. As it did today. 

Eloise was seated at her usual table in her usual bar. A cupcake at her front with a single candle, and two opened beers beside it. 

44 and still slaying. 

Those were the words written on the back of the birthday card given to her by the bar's manager. She was a regular here and today was no different. Going to get a drink, drive home and sleep. She wasn't the perfect daughter like her siblings, she was the worst. The public doesn't know she was the last daughter of the well-known Carlton family, a biological daughter. She wasn't married, and she doesn't live in a mansion. She resided alone in a run-down flat after her father decided to cut off all funds. 

Still, she was slaying as a drunk and a harpy. 

Eloise sat on the bar stool, legs crossed, cigarette in mouth, and a glass of whiskey in her left hand. The bar was empty, the only sounds that accompanied her loneliness were the sounds of rain hitting the windows. 

She didn't hate it, she was already accustomed to it. Her family had indulged her too much as a child. A bully in high school and a dropout after selling drugs to high school teenagers at a young age. Her so-called boyfriend had sold her to the cops and she was sent to prison at age 19. Her family used their money to get her out but she never learned to stop until eventually they stopped helping her out.

They stopped caring. They stopped feeding her. And she drowned in debt. Her only chance of survival was this bar owner. He was the only one who truly cared for her. He wanted her to change…but she was far too gone. 

8 bottles of beer and 3 bottles of whiskey and she had drowned all her sorrows away. She hated her life, she wished it was better. She wished she had been better. The man she had given her heart to had left her for some chic that looked as if she was struck by thunder. Not like she looked any better.

She laughed at her situation sometimes, when she sits and watch tv in her lonely home. She believed she was messed up.  Eloise as a child thought life was like a game. A reckless game where you have no idea where a turning point would hit you.

When Eloise was a child, her smile was innocent. She enjoyed the care she was given, she wasn't beautiful as her sisters but she was okay. She just mixed up with the wrong gang in high school. That was when her life took a different roll and she turned to the woman who she was today.

It was 1am when she left the bar. The bar owner had retired to his room and left her alone until she eventually left. 

It was raining heavily and she could hardly see. She staggered down the quiet road, it was just a couple more blocks and she would be back in that apartment. Her lonely home, where all she does is sleep all day.

Eloise wished she could turn back time. She wished she could make herself go back to the day she was born. She would have learn to quit drinking, go to rehab. She would start over as a different person. However, she didn't make this system. Life was messed up from the start.

Eloise laughed. "That will never happen. I would still be bitchy…but I would be bitchy to the right people'' She hiccuped. 

Her dyed red hair was soaked, and the skirt she wore was feeling heavy as she walked. Her makeup and eyeliner were washing down her face. She knew she was going to get a cold from this but the drink had made her feel warm inside giving her the thought that all would be well.

"So much for slaying" she stood still and wiped her face. 

Was that her face? She wasn't sure. Doesn't feel like her face. She chuckled. One step at a time and eventually she would arrive home. Just as planned. 

Eventually, she tripped on her own feet. She fell face flat on the pavement, her wet hair splattering on the ground. 

Pathetic. That was what she thought. Eloise decided to lay there for as long as she could. The rain poured on her face, she closed her eyes and hummed a lullaby her mother use to sing for her when she was a child.

"This feels like home" She murmured and turned to the other side.

She grinned happily to herself. Even with the rain she felt at peace. She may be pathetic but she was happy. 

Eloise didn't realize that she laid in the middle of the street. She didn't see the car coming from her left, she didn't feel the pain that arose from the car riding over her bones. Grounded by the car, her blood splattering on the ground, flesh squished, bones turning into nothing. Her soul was long gone and her heart had stopped beating.

It was a quick and terrible death for someone who sought happiness within herself.