Breaking Barriers - Ryeji

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Yeji's POV:

My first day of college had arrived, and not only that but the second day, third day, fourth day, fifth day, and it was finally the weekend. Saturday, to be exact.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Ryujin came into our room, pointing at the side of my bed.

I huffed, scooting ever, and putting down my fashion magazine, "What's so important?"

"Dude," Ryujin looks at me.

"Don't call me a dude," I crossed my legs. To make her more pissed at me, I went, "I'm a girl by the way."

She took a deep breath, "Look why are you so rude to me?"

"Are you fucking kidding?!" I threw the magazine at her.

Okay, maybe it was a bit dramatic, however I couldn't control my emotions after hearing THAT. It's the complete opposite! Why is she so rude to me?!

Ryujin hissed, "You know you're a bitch!"

"Oh yeah?!" I got up quickly, about to smack the shit out of her because I wasn't about to be spoken about like that but she grabbed my wrists, pinning me down. I stared at the girl above me, "Let me the fuck go or I file a sexual assault report."

"Then I'll file a report on you. It's already documented too. Therefore, you have no proof of that," She continued our stare-down.

"Walmart's cameras," I fired back.

"They won't be able to see that." Ryujin added, "Plus it was after you broke my nose."

"So?! Two wrongs don't make a right!"

Ryujin huffed, "Why won't you fucking talk to me?"

"Because you were the bitch and you felt me up, bonehead!" I yelled at her.

"I'm starting to get this is why many people don't get along with you. You're stuck up."

"Fuck you! Where are your friends, huh?!" I was very angry with the other.

"I saw them while you were out getting yourself skinnier than a twig! Where are your friends, huh? Because I haven't seen you text anybody in days. What happened to that, bitch?"

The skinny comment hurt. So did the friends one. She wasn't wrong about them and I think that's what made it hurt. Having to admit someone I hate is right about something.

"Exactly. That's what I thought." Ryujin got up, walking away, which made me get up, tackling her to the ground because I hated that she had this condescending power over me. "Don't you fucking touch me," She forced her elbow back into my face.

I fell next to her, holding my nose, and looking at her with fearful eyes. Something I've rarely experienced around Ryujin. Obviously I usually feel hatred around her but here I was afraid.

Ryujin got on top of me, keeping her hands on my shoulders, "Is it broken?"

I shook my head to disagree, giving furrowed eyebrows. It was a small patch of vulnerability.

"Didn't mean to hurt your feelings but you need to face the truth sometimes. And I swear to god if you try to physically hurt me again, I will break your fucking body. It's not like you have much to protect you either," Ryujin threatens.

I looked down, "You didn't mean to hurt my feelings but you do it again?"

And she says that I'm rude?

Last time I checked people calling out those who have eating disorders for their disorder screams rude.

Ryujin says, "I'm pissed at you. Look, you can hate me all you want but I'm gonna fight back if you have something to say or do."

I sighed, "Just let me go."

Ryujin got off me, so I stood up, walking into the kitchen to take a protein shot. She came in, picked up the bottle, and read it off, "Not meant to replace diet." She then opened the fridge, getting out food, "I'll make you something."

"You don't have to-"

"I'm doing this because I don't know how much longer you can survive," Ryujin looked at me.

"I've done this for like the entire summer, I'm fine," I scoff.

"Why?" She shook her head, setting down the vegetables.

"I don't know," I shrugged, knowing damn well I knew.

Beginning to slice the vegetables into smaller pieces, she asks, "You wanna lose weight? Be healthier? What?"

How was I to just to open up to her after all the contradiction between us?

"It's none of your business," I clench my teeth together.

"I'm just asking. And... I know someone if you... ever need help with it."

Why would I ever provide with her an answer?

"Shin Ryujin is offering me some bullshit help? No thanks," I rolled my eyes.

Ryujin started to put the carrots and onions into a pot, "It's not a bad thing to admit, you know? Everyone has their struggles."

"Calling me weak?"

She sighed, "You know, you really make it hard for me to continue to do something nice for you."

"I don't give a shit. I didn't ask you to do it. Are you calling me weak?"

Ryujin growled, "You're stuck up and stubborn which obviously means that you have lots of struggles."

"What about you then? You're stubborn. Why don't we list all your struggles?" I was moving into risky territory here but I wasn't going to let her demean me.

Ryujin squinted her eyes at me, "This is about you."

"I don't want it to be about me," I said arrogantly.

"Well I'm not answering anything about me," She got more ingredients out.

"Which means that I can still ask questions. So did you have an eating disorder? Mental disorder? Try to kill yourself? Cut yourself-"

Ryujin interrupted, "Would you stop?"

I stood up, putting her hands on my bra, "You can tell me, Ryu."

She became enraged, pushing me against the fridge, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing! You can tell me." I gave the fakest yet nicest look on my face.

She yelled, "No! No! I'm not telling you! And don't you dare try to manipulate me! You're fucking crazy! Not sit your ass down!"