Perfect

Chapter 6

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You know that feeling when you know your doing something wrong, and you know you should stop, but you can't? Yeah, I got that after a conversation with Carrie.

"Call me! I hv goss ;) xx" That was from Carrie, the girl obsessed with gossip. I sighed and pressed the call button, hoping she wouldn't answer. I wasn't in the mood for one of her bubbly chats but maybe it was the thing to cheer me up.

"Hey," I said with fake happiness. Wow, I should have become an actress I sound so realistic!

"Hey Ems, guess what?"

"What?"

"Suzie has an eating disorder!" She squealed. I sat up straight on the bed.

"What!"

"Yeah, she told me last night when we were having a sleepover. She doesn't eat anything and then makes herself throw up if she does. That's how she stays skinny! Oh wait till the rest of the girls find out!"

I thought about this. So, that worked for Suzie...but I didn't have an eating disorder, did I?

"Oh, and guess what?" said Carrie.I sighed, my mind preoccupied.

"What else?"

"She thinks your F-A-T," she whispered to me. Red flashed before my eyes. How dare she?

"Huh," was my reply instead.

"Yeah, and I was trying to explain that you were curvy but she wouldn't listen."

"Bye Carrie."

"Wait, Ems, listen to me-"

I hung up on her and threw my phone at the wall. I thought for a while.

So I had an eating disorder? Suzie did too, and she thought I was fat. But I wasn't anymore, was I?

I shivered. Why don't I stop this nonsense?

"Because your F-A-T," a soft voice whispered in my head. "But you can change that."

I looked beside my bed to see a pair of scissors I was just using to cut my nails. I picked it up and studied it. Opening it up and closing it. Open, close, open, close. Hypnotic.

I lowered the open scissors down to my thigh and pressed lightly on it. Blood came out of my cut and trickled down my leg. More and more blood came out.

"Crap," I said to myself, and ran to the bathroom to get a towel. I dabbed at the cut.

Why did I do it? To feel something more than just depression. Pain was much better than that. Well, physical pain. It was much easier to fix.

"Ouch," I whispered aloud, even though it didn't hurt. I studied the cut. It wasn't too deep, quite shallow actually, but really long. It wouldn't leave a scar.

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Mum came in and sat on my bed. I was wearing my yellow ducky pajamas.

"Hey Emma," She said.

"Hey Mum."

"Emma.."

"Yeah?"

"How would you feel about moving?"

"You know I wouldn't mind."

I moved around on the bed, uncomfortable.

"What about moving to Ireland?"

"WHAT?!" I had lived in Englanc my whole life! "But I just got into Year 9!"

"I mean over the summer," Mum played with the bed sheet.

"But what about Carrie?" I didn't really care about Carrie anymore, but I couldn't just give into Mum's wishes.

"You'll make new friends." Mum stood up. "Well, look. Just think about it."

She stood up and got out of the room, closing the door behind her.

"Ireland. Boring!"

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Haha, so this is quite a depressing chapter :( but Ireland? Moving? Twists are occurring >:)