Amnesia

Chapter 2

I woke up early, pulling up the blinds to see bright sun light. I edge towards my wardrobe, my feet on tip toes, trying to feel light. But I know I'm a lump. I've seen myself. I look pregnant. I've weighed myself and I'm 22kg, I mean, a grown man weighs less then that, surely. I strip off my over sized t shirt and pajama bottoms, and rummage through my wardrobe for something to wear. I get a change of bra and knicks and examine myself in the mirror. Words spring to mind when I see myself. Whale, elephant and hippopotamus. I hear rustling behind me and notice Evan has woken. I try to hide my body but he's seen. His face falls into an anxious expression, and he walks over to me.
"You're a skeleton" he whispers, his face pale, eyes bloodshot. I hold my body with my hands, trying to hide. I don't want him to know how fat I am. He won't like me.
"Thanks for trying to make me feel better, but... I know I'm fat."
Evan shakes his head sadly.
"I will help you Sam. I will. Push me away, give out to me, do whatever you want to me. I don't care about me. I care about you. So we will get through this, OK? "
"Evan... Why are you even helping a fat person"
Evans face turns from sadness and anger all at the same time.

"You are not fat. I can see you're ribs, you're pelvis, you're collarbones jut out. I am helping you for two reasons. Reason 1: I had anorexia two years ago. No one helped me. I nearly starved myself to death. Reason 2: I like you. I will not let you starve you're beautiful self to death, not like I did. I know what it feels like. But trust me, food is you're friend." Evan says solemnly. I start sobbing.
"I'm just so scared, I can't control my diet anymore, its just no eating. I know, deep down that I should eat, but... I just can't" I cry into his shoulder. He lets me cry for a few more minutes, then wipes my tears, kisses me on the forehead, and tells me to get dressed. We both get dressed and then go to the cafe, just before our class.
"Sam, you sit down on the sofa, I'll order for you" Evan offers. I nod and drag myself to the huge soft purple sofa. Evan returns with a small orange juice, and a chicken and stuffing sandwich for me, and a coffee and a roll for him. I clasp the orange juice, and take a sip. I don't mind drink, I just don't like food.
"It's OK. You can do it" Evan reassures. I lift the sandwich up, and slowly take it out. With shaking hands, I bring it towards my lips. The second I open my mouth, I drop it like fire. Evan stays silent, fetches another sandwich, and a knife. He cuts the sandwich into teeny tiny sections, and hands me a fork. I take a section slowly. Not bad. I take two more, and then a voice cones into my head fatty! Honestly, after all you've achieved. Food, is dangerous. I shiver, and Evan gives me a hug.
"It's OK. You did good" he says into my hair. We walk towards the red stairs, and then go our different ways. I stroll into a bright classroom, which is filled with Science posters and a cupboard filled with brass trophies. I slide myself into a seat beside a girl with black braided hair and dark skin, and on my other side a girl with pastel purple hair.

"Hi! My names Faith. How are you? Or who are you?" The girl with the braids says.

"My names Aria. I'm 19. What about you?" says the purple girl.

"I'm Sam. I'm good. I'm 18, and I'm sharing a room with a guy called Evan"

"Isn't he really... emo?" Faith says delicately

"He is at first, but when you get to know him he's great" I reply

"So, its weird to say, but, you're like, really really pretty!" Aria says

"Pfft as if!" I say

"Sam, you have gorgeous wavy brown hair, bright blue eyes with long lashes, pale face, pink lips, and are so skinny its unfair. I think you're pretty. " Aria says. I smile, but inside, I'm thinking how crazy she is. Must have a little problem with seeing, I guess. Best not to mention it.

I stumbled past them trying to hide my body and face all at the same time. I hear them muttering behind me when I slip discreatly into my room again.

Evan is there in the same position I left him in. "You left, then two seconds later you walk back in hiding your face? What happened?" He strung together the sentence in an sorrowful and pitying way.

I look at his gorgeous and so non-emo face and stammer out, "I met a few pathological liars in the hall who called me pretty" I look for an expression on his face only to find a slight chuckle emerges from his lips.

He puts his arm around my shoulder and walks me to my first lecture. I look up to his face and chuckle with him.

After my useless lectures and classes I walk over to the ice cream place with Evan. It's about ten degrees Celsius so we get a hot chocolate at the cafe instead.

"You know the pathological liars you met today?" He somehow managed to slip into our conversation. I reply nonchalantly, "oh yeah, them." He gazes over the table and smiles

"You really think they were lying?" He seems astonished when I confirm this. "So you mean, you don't know how shockingly gorgeous you are?"

I stare deeply into his eyes as a single tear traces a path on my cheek. "I am... I am.... Not pretty." I say it with such a conviction he doesn't reply.

He seems hurt that I would think that, so after six or seven minutes of intense thought he looks over the table and deep into my so very un-pretty blue eyes and sighs, "You can be such an idiot Sam" but he's smiling when he says this. So we both brake out in fits of laughter.

We walked back a good hour after that and I was holding his hand the whole way. I have to say I was deeply smitten.

A/N the last 300 words were written by me, Perpetual_Journey. (To answer your question about why the last part sucks so bad)