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CHAPTER 39: 𓆩♡𓆪

Note: I'm sorry if there is plot holes.. The doc I have everything written on is 120 pages guys... it's a struggle going back to old chapters AGH

80 lbs.

The letters stare at me. I stare at them.

I should be happy. This is what I was working for, wasn't I? This has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember.

So why do I feel horrible?

These were not the results I was wishing for.

I look pale, sick. My hair has gotten shorter and I'm so tired lately. I've been especially dehydrated, too. And I'm not proud of myself.

Lizzie wouldn't be proud of what I become.

I step off of the scale and put it back in it's corner, sniffling.

It's 6:50 in the morning. It's also a Saturday.

I have nothing better to do, so I waddle back to my room and sleep.

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When I wake up from my 7 hour nap, my mom touches my forehead to see if I have a fever since I've been sleeping so much.

I wave her off and sit with her in the dining table, eating a sandwich that churns my stomach.

I tell her that I'm gonna see Hugh later, and that I'll be back. He doesn't even know I'm coming but it's fine. I'm his girlfriend - I can visit whenever I like.

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8:07 PM.

I throw on a gray jacket two sizes bigger than me and put the hood over my head. I stuffed my feet into some shoes, and hold my phone tightly in my hands before I head out.

It's raining.

I don't bother getting a ride. I was just going to walk. Collect my thoughts.

My shoes squeak against the ground as the rain soaks them, and it would be slightly uncomfortable if I didn't have this jacket on.

After a short while, I arrive at Hugh's house.

I knock on the door and then hug myself gently, waiting for someone to come and answer. Hugh's parents shouldn't be home, and I think Claire is sleeping over at Gibsie's. Her bedroom light is off.

I wait what feels like five minutes, and still, nobody answers the door.

I untangle my arms and knock again. This time, I hear a soft murmur, and a light creak.

The voices get a little louder until one of them grows closer to the door.

"Maybe Claire came back for her teddy or somethin-" Hugh's breath hitches when he opens the door and sees me standing there. I feel shy all of a sudden. Maybe I shouldn't have come.

He only has a pair of trousers on, and his hair is beyond tousled. I look a little closer and see faint scratch marks along his shoulders and forearms.

I swallow, "Sorry, I just wanted to see you, but I'll leave. I don't want to a bother." I whisper, already turning away.

"Katie."

I'm frozen.

Slowly, I turn my head, and now two hot blondes tower over me.

Lizzie stands to the left of Hugh, wearing a thin cami top and underwear. No bra.

My gaze falls to her nipples, and I see her eyes observe my gray jacket. Maybe she knows it's hers. Maybe she knows I'm staring at her chest.