Song on the side is All Time Low by the Wanted!! Accidentally bought it trying to buy songs from the Band All Time Low, but i fell in love with it!!
Robin walks into the house still feeling overwhelmed by the fact that she actually carried a conversation with Clark. Sure she practically lives at his mother’s bakery, and sure he’s always nice and says hi to her in school, but she’s never actually said more than two words to him! Robin just don’t talk much, that’s all. Shutting the door she walks into the kitchen feeling slightly hungry.
“Where have you been Robin?” her mother asks walking in from the living room putting down the phone just to question her.
“The bakery.” she replies shoving her head into the freezing depths of the fridge hoping her mother won’t continue talking.
“You just ate? Why are you still hungry?”
“I didn’t get anything.”
“Yeah and the sun doesn’t rise every morning. C'mon, shut the fridge and go do your homework.” she says walking over and slamming the fridge shut.
“Jeez, you could have cut off my head.” Robin mumbles.
“Only unintelligent people mumble, talk louder if you want to be heard.” She replies getting back to her conversation on the phone.
“Mom I haven’t eaten since noon and it's seven now. Stop being unreasonable.”
“Excuse me? Does it look like I’m talking to you? Plus it’ll do you good to skip a few meals.” she says pinching her tummy with a look of disgust on her face.
“Oh.”
“When’s the last time you’ve even weighed yourself? You know what, got to go Max I’ll call you later.” she says into the phone hanging up on Robin’s step dad.
“C'mon we’re getting the scale.”
“What!?” she squeaks not believing the fact that her mother choosing this exact time to weigh her. Robin’s sworn off scales for the rest of my life! Once she passed the 130’s there was no point in continuing to check up on her weight! What was the point in continuing something that just made you feel paunchy! Yanking Robin’s arm she all but drags her into her bathroom where the malevolent scale waits to taunt her.
“Get on it.” she commands.
“Mom, this isn’t really necessary is it? I mean I already know what I weigh!” she quickly lies.
“Oh? And what is that?”
“Uhh 130.”
“Well let’s check, then.” She implies sending me an impatient look.
Taking a deep breath Robin prepares for absolute humiliation. Watching the digital numbers on the scale accumulate is heart wrenching. It passes 130 and she cringes a bit, it passes 140, and she squeezes one eye shut. Once it passes 150 she can’t even bear to look anymore. Squeezing her fist and praying for it to stop she barely catch the numbers 162 before her eyes sight starts to blur.
“Wow.” Mom tuts, “You my dear were way off. You even way more than me!” She begins to laugh.
“By George you're fat.” She finishes patting my tummy one more time.
“Okay… So now that we know how much I weigh, can we do something to try and fix it?” Robin asks her voice cracking throughout the sentence.
“Honey, I’m busy! Just use the indoor gym we have downstairs. I can’t believe you even let yourself get like that, it’s disgusting” She tuts walking out the door getting back on the phone.
Looking back at the red numbers glaring at her, she can’t help but to imagine them laughing and mimicking everything about her. The one is bragging about how slim it is and the sixty-two talking about how they know she wishes she were that weight.
“Shut up.” She whispers trudging back to her room and plopping onto the bed. She allows herself to cry just this once. Allowing herself to actually show self-pity. How? How am I supposed to lose that much weight! There’s no way I can lose 40 pounds, it just doesn’t seem possible, she thinks to herself. Her tummy grumbles reminding her of the skipped dinner.
“Oh shut up! You’re the one that got me in this mess in the first place!” she says talking to herself and forcing herself to doze off.
The sound of her tummy growling wakes her up at three in the morning.
Seriously?
She attempts to ignore the problem but the feeling just won’t go! Soon it feels like her tummy is indulging on its own flesh and acid. The growl turns into vicious roars and she can’t help but to tip –toe down stairs to just get one, I repeat one snack. Opening the pantry she scans labels and labels of delicious treats. Settling on a bag of chips Robin pops it open and sits on the pantry floor. Opening the crinkling plastic she inhales the scent of salt and vinegar chips. Picking up one, just one, chip she sucks on the seasoning then bites a piece off. Letting it roll around in her mouth, her tummy growls again as if begging her to hurry up.
“Okay, okay.” Robin says popping the chip into her mouth. The flavor makes her pucker her lips at first but soon she can’t help but to reach in and take another chip. The smell just makes her mouth water and her tastes buds crave for more! She takes two at a time, soon to find herself scooping handfuls. Inhaling the bag of chips Robin crinkles it up still craving more. Spotting a box of blue berry pop tarts she shoves those down her throat too. She feels disgusted with herself yet it tastes so good!
Once finished with the box she attacks an unfortunate box of chips ahoy cookies, then launches onto cheesy puffs. Once satisfied Robin inspects the scene. Cheesy Puff dust covers her hands with the evidence of the murder of the delicious snack. The Cape cod bag lies there crumpled and forgotten shoved into the chips ahoy container, which is sitting sad and abused in the pop tart box.
She can’t believe she just ate all that! And at 3:00 a.m. in the morning! The thought sickens her and she gets the urge to regurgitate everything she just devoured. Sprinting to the bathroom the food comes out in a swirl of liquid colors. It continues like this till everything she ate lies in the toilet. Flushing her colorful midnight snack, she rinses out her mouth in the sink. And that’s when it hits her.
She just ate whatever in the world she wanted, and she’s still full, but one thing is different . . . She’s not going gain any weight.
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Dun Dun DUN!!!! so it seems we've figured out what Robin's problem is huh? OK! AND PLEASE NO ONE TRY WHAT ROBIN IS DOING!!!! U COULD DIE!!!!! Bulimia is a very serious matter, and is not one that should be taken lightly. The next chapter is going to be an authors note! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NO ONE TRY THAT!!! It'll make me cry if my story did that to you, seriously i WILL SHED TEARS!!! and if you do, (Which you will not) you may not hold me or my story responsible for it, BUT DON'T!! DON'T DON'T DON'T i can't stress enough how much you shouldNOT DO THAT!!! oh and I'm on vacation right now so the warning chapter will come up later BUT DON'T TRY IT AT ALL!!!! I'm watching you O_O
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