When Will The World Stop Spinning?

Teenage-hood

PLEASE READ THE TAGS IN THE DESCRIPTION FOR WARNINGS/TOPICS THAT WILL BE MAIN THEMES THROUGHOUT THIS STORY. (Suicidal themes, disordered eating, and abuse will be main themes)

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"When will mum be home?"

His big brown eyes gloss over, with hope. Hoping the woman he still actually sees as our mother comes home. The countless amount of times she's left for days and never returned home before midnight, and yet he still has so much hope she's going to come home. Maybe not even to say goodnight but just be there.

Apple stared back into those big glossy eyes not wanting to prick them, but she wasn't going to give false hope.

"I don't think she's coming home Andre, I'm sorry"

Just like that, a pin pricked the solid cover over his eyes, and water dripped on Andres's cheeks. Apple quickly wrapped her arms around her little brother who she wanted nothing more than for him to have a different mother from her own. She kissed the top of his head and then played with his curly hair.

Only after a couple more comforting rubs on the 6-year-old back and he fell asleep, with tears still staining his cheeks. Apple carried her little brother upstairs and threw his pink duvet (a hand down from what was once Apples).

"Goodnight, I love you"

Without another glance back she turned off his lights and closed the door softly behind her.

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The tight, black, silky fabric clung to Apple's body as she admired the physique she'd been working so hard on. Apple was tired of feeling unsatisfied with the way her body looked, so during the summer, she worked, hard. She had bigger thighs a smaller waist and even some protruding biceps showing, but she mostly admired her ass. She almost felt like a prev towards herself, knowing when guys blatantly stared she felt uncomfortable, but now she could actually beat those perverts up with her muscle gain.

But no matter how much she improved the outside of herself, with a flattering short dress and pounds of makeup nothing could change the throbbing pain in her heart caused by guilt. She decided to leave her little brother at the house, by himself, only for 3 hours or so. Apple wanted - no needed - to get out of the constant busy cycle she called her life. As much as she treasured her brother and would never want anything to happen, she was a kid too. Apple didn't want to give up her life to look after her dearest brother - a job her mother abanded. Apple was left days his age alone in the house, not only that but having to look after a toddler a few years later. As much as it pained Apple, she had to escape just for three hours to get some sanity back and feel like a teenager, not a middle-aged mum.

So the tears crawled back into her eyes, and her stabbed heart healed itself.

"He's going to be okay. Nothing is going to happen."

The words whispered so lightly, saying them out loud even faintly made them so much more believable. So with that light comfort, Apple gave herself she took a deep breath and crawled out of her window.

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By the time Apple arrived at the party, it was in full swing - which was exciting considering the fact it was 11 pm. She planned on arriving at nine while the party wasn't too crazy, but she was too caught up in her own thoughts to keep track of time.

A string tugged on Apple to go back home and ensure everything would be okay with Andre, but she ripped away that string and studded into the rich luxurious house which held the rest of her social life and teenage hood. And the string pulled her in much more strongly.