Amnesia

4.1

(Edited)  

Ashley

It doesn't feel like it's my fingers digging into my own skin.

It doesn't feel like it's my teeth trying to bite my hands off.

It doesn't feel like it's my body.

It doesn't feel like anything.

It's all numb.

They diagnosed me with bipolar disorder and impulse disorder.

But it's not me.

It's 67.

She makes me do it.

Her voice sounds like static, it hypnotizes me.

It makes me do these things.

It's almost like the static speaks my name.

Calum

PIZZA IS SO GOOD. LIKE, REALLY, REALLY GOOD.

"Oh my god." I said, biting into my 7th slice.

"It's good isn't it? This is what you've been missing out on for the past 3 months." Luke chuckled.

"Another slice?" Michael groaned, watching me take another slice of pineapple and ham pizza. "You were hungry."

"What have you eaten for the past 3 months?" Ashton asked.

"I only ate one-third of a granola bar each day." I told them.

"Wow." Ashton said, watching me devour half the slice in one bite.

"How do you feel?" Luke asked me.

"THIS IS GOOD PIZZA, BRO." I told him. "THAT'S SOME GOOD PIZZA RIGHT THERE."

They all laughed.

Pizza is good.

Luke

He ate the entire pie of pineapple and ham. Just watching him eat made me feel good. I only ate 7, surprisingly, but I was too distracted by how happy he seemed.

He smiled and laughed the entire way home. My twitter blew up when I posted a pic of him eating a slice. The fans don't know about his eating disorder, but they did notice him acting really sad during the tour.

Speaking of touring, management is making us release that new song we showed them in July. And we're doing a U.S. tour to go along with the new album we're planning on releasing in October.

"Um, by the way, I broke my phone." Calum told us on the way home.

"When?" I asked.

"Earlier today." He said, looking down at his shoes.

"It's okay, we can get you a new one soon." Ashton told him.

"How'd you break it?" Michael asked

"I threw it at the wall when the guy hung up." He sighed.

"Oh." We all walked silently back home.

"That pizza was good." Calum said, burping afterwards.

"Who wants to play FIFA with me?" I asked.