i was twelve

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"who was the first person to understand another language? like, how did they know that lalala meant dadada? i dont fucking get it." billie uttered out if no where. drew stared up at the ceiling to think. "no clue." she said after some silence. "i have such a good point, bro, like, some person heard a different language and went 'im gonna learn this now' why? why cant we all just speak english? its so hard to communicate with someone who barely speak english." billie groaned.

"billie it is two a fucking m. go to sleep."

"im not tired."

"then shut the fuck up, im tired and i want to fucking sleep." drew growled. "oh." billie mumbled. "o-okay, i-im sorry, ill b-be quiet." she whispered. "are you gonna hurt me?" she asked. "why would i hurt you?"

"you sound mad. mad means owie."

"im not gonna hurt you, darling. im just very sleepy." drew said softly. "p'omise?" "i pinky promise."

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billie knelt down in front of the bathroom and pushed her fingers down her throat, forcing herself to throw up the food she had eaten. she let out a groan at the taste. once she was done throwing up she wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet. she brushed her teeth. "did you just throw up?" drew asked. "um yeah." billie mumbled, fiddling with her fingers. "are you okay?" drew questioned. "no." billie said. "im sorry, cutie."

"all i want is to be pretty." billie sniffled. "billie, you are so... so perfect." drew murmured. "perfect?"

"yes, bil, youre perfect."

"wow, um, th-thank you." billie said shyly, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. her lips formed into a small smile as she looked down at her feet. "all i want is to be pretty and skinny."  she sniffled. "but im not. im fat and ugly." she cried. drew quickly wrapped her arms around billie. "shh, shh, shh, youre not ugly and youre not fat, cutie." she purred, swaying them side to side.

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