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Chapter Five
I wake up to the moonlight streaming in through a pair of black silk curtains. Unsure of where I am, I slowly step out of the bed and tiptoe my way to the bedroom door. As soon as I step foot out of the bedroom, I see a familiar mop of brown hair and let out a sigh of relief.
I was not kidnapped by drug dealers, yet.
"Grace?" I ask, she turns around and give me a small smile. "Hey," she says. "If you're looking for Coden, he's downstairs waiting for you to wake up."
I wait until she has disappeared into her bedroom before I make my way downstairs to an awaiting Coden. When he sees me he jumps off the couch and looks at me as if I will faint any second. "Are you okay?" He asks.
"I'm fine," I say, truthfully. He motions for me to take the seat across from him and I do.
"What time is it?" I question.
"12.40am"
"What?!" I practically shout. "I have to get hom-"
"I called your parents," I freeze to look at him in shock and when he notices my reaction he says, "well, Grace did. You're sleeping over." I breath a sigh of relief but still feel a bit awkward just stood there.
"You can stay in the guest room if you'd like?" He says, and I nod my head, slowly feeling fatigue get to me even though I just woke up. "I can get you some of Grace's pyjamas. You're probably the same size, you're pretty skinny." He says, looking me over.
His words meant no harm, Coden probably meant to compliment me but I immediately begin to feel self conscious under his gaze and fidget.
I'm not skinny, I'll never be.
"Don't say that,"
"Say what?" He asks, curious.
"Don't call me, skinny," I look him in the eye, "Please."
"Okay, sure." He says, warily but understanding not to push on the subject which I'm grateful for.
"Sooo," I start. "The guest room?"
"Oh, yeah of course, follow me." He motions for me to follow him and I walk after him and up the staircase. We soon reach a nice average sized bedroom with light blue walls and a small single bed covered in dark blue sheets. "Thank you, Coden" I turn to face him. "For letting me stay over."
He shrugs in response before he leaves to get some clothes from his younger sister. When he comes back to hand me the clothes he says, "We can talk about everything tomorrow". I quickly agree and thirty minutes later, I'm all tucked up in bed; I'm finally able to let sleep takeover me as my eyes drift shut. Like usual though, instead of the common dream, my head is captured by the horrific nightmares I'm tortured with,
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I look in the long mirror in front of me. Layers of fat hang from my waist, arms and legs. The top I tried to squeeze on doesn't even go past my chest; the jean shorts refuse to go above my thighs and I begin to pull harder and harder. Me thighs begin to turn red as the denim material rubs and scratches against them. Tear after tear runs down my face as I drop to the ground.
Soon enough, my small, thin mother walks in and looks at me with disgust and hatred. Instead of the usual motherly glow she expresses towards me, her face turns pale- nearly green- as she looks me over. "You make me want to throw up," she says, horribly.
Not even seconds after the words leave my mother's mouth, all of my friends, my ex-friends, strangers I have passed by in the street are in my bedroom and all share the same look of disgust. They all laugh at me. The same wicked, cunning laughter escapes each of their mouths.
"Stop!" I scream. "Please stop laughing!"
Ignoring me, the laughter grows louder and louder whilst I scream for them to stop.
"I can change! I will change!" I promise.
"You can't change, Thalia." Eden laughs.
"You will always be the same old fatty," Coden bursts into hysterical fits of laughter at his words and my face crunches up in sadness.
"I won't! I'll be skinny!" I shout, "I will!"
The laughter is all I can here and I scream louder and louder until my hearing goes numb. Hours and hours pass before the laughter dies down and one voice is singled out over all the others.
"Thalia?" They say. "Thalia wake up!"
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Call Me Pretty (2016)
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