Why did I search for a gym. I was kinda dumb. I thought ' Im not strong enough, so if im strong I won't feel so bad ' . You'd think I was a smart 11 year old, I didn't know love could make you hate. I still loved him, I was just dissapointed, scared, and ashamed of him. When you're in love, you think, ' why is he doing this, i love you, i didn't mean it, please stop hurting me.', and thats exactly how I felt.
I was very, very, very tired, but I was determined to get to the gym. I walked down the first street. Now that I think about it I was one weird kid. If I could, I would go back and tell myself that it wouldn't work. Even if I could i dont think that would have stopped me.
I walked into the gym. It was a public gym so anyone could go in. I figured for the other gyms I would have to have a card because my mom has to use hers to get in. The easiest thing in there for me to even try to use was the treadmill.
" Excuse me Sir, could you please start this up for me?" I whispered with a raspy voice.
"Sure." he was a nice man. Well he seemed like it.
"Thank you." I jumped on the treadmill as it was moving and started walking on it.
This part is a little blurry to me. I just remember running for a long time. Then afterwards I passed out a few times. When I got up the second time I started to wonder why they would put the treadmill here if it was only making me weaker. I stopped the the treadmill and went to lift weights. I struggled over and over again to lift up the ten pound weights. I stopped and crawled into the corner of the room crying . I thought it was hopeless. I thought I couldn't get strong and that I could only hurt. Everything on my body hurt, my feelings hurt, my soul hurt. Before I cried myself to sleep I decided to live with the pain.
I woke up still at the gym. I looked at my foggy watch. My arms and legs were sore. My stomach hurt because I didn't eat. I got up and walked back to Allex's house. His mom was crying on the steps outside.
" Oh my god, Bay, thank goodness you're okay!" she huged me tight and I began to cry because she was squeezing me too tight.
" Don't you ever leave me without my permission, do you understand? "
I knoded my head and when inside.
I went upstairs and Allex followed me. I ran in the guest room and locked the door behind me. As he knocked, I grabbed my Mp3 and played music loudly in my ears. It was 3:26 pm. I laid down on my bed and went to sleep.
When I woke up I had bags under my eyes and my body was sore, swollen, and stiff. It was 1:58 am. I was hungry, but I refused to eat. I wanted to make him worry. I wanted to make him realize that he hurt me so I stopped eating. I went to the restroom sink and cupped my hands to drink water. It tased sweet to me. I gulped over and over again until I was full. I sat in the bed and looked at the ceiling. I smelled bad. I went in the restroom and threw up. I didn't know what was wrong with me but my head and my chest hurt. I ran the hot water in the tub and grabbed my inhaler. I was so cold but I was sweating. I put soap in while the water was running to make a buble bath. I went back to my bag and got my inhaler, just in case.
"Baby, im sorry. " he cried. I wasn't talking to him.
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The Stare
Teen FictionThis is a true story. Her life is terrible, nothing has been good for her, and she feels like giving up. If you think no one understands your pain maybe you should read this and see how it relates to your pain. Just know you're not the only one goin...