It's been a few days since I had that encounter with Mars. I've been sitting in my house doing TV yoga and binging. I finally got a good blade and have been cutting up my hips. I look at Mars' number for minutes on end trying to decide wether to call him or not.
It seems like I didn't have to, because when I woke up I heard the soft notes of a piano outside my house. I threw on the closest clothes I could find- a black cotton shirt and white shorts- and swung open my front door.
"Mars! You play really well!" I exclaim. He gets up from the piano and starts to pack it up.
"Really? Thank you Macy," he replied. I started to walk towards him but my shirt caught in some of my cuts and I sucked in a breath. Mars looked at me, concerned, but I waved him off.
"I'm ok," I squeaked, "so why'd you come here?"
"To hang out with you. Do you like bowling?"
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She's Alright
Teen FictionMacy just wants to be skinny. Now an official adult, she moved across the globe to a small city where no one will know her story. Where no one will care. Where she could be free of her past torment. But will making friends here prove to be just as h...