Save Me. {A Joe Sugg FanFiction}

one

'Alright love, that's it. Now if you just want to sign here,' the removal guy pointed to a piece of paper on a clipboard stating my purchase and handed me a pen, 'and we will be with you in about 3 or 4 days.'
I nodded and signed the sheet.
'Thank you.' I said. I wasn't one for small talk so I waved goodbye and hopped into Alexa's car, who was waiting for me at the end of the little path by our house that lead to the main road.

'You excited?' She asked as we turned on to Kewdale Road. We were on the way to Perth Airport.
I sighed.
'I guess so..' I said, making patterns on the window.
'Hey what's wrong?' Alexa said sympathetically. Taking one hand off the steering wheel and patting my shoulder.
'I'm just worried about everything. If it's a nice house and if the job goes well and..'
'Emma you're word vomiting.' Alexa interrupted.
'I know I know. I'm just gonna miss my best friend.' I say, smiling slightly.
'You better Skype me as soon as you get there! And every night! And every time there's some gossip or you meet a guy or..'
'There's no chance of me meeting a guy. Not after what happened with Eric..' I mumble, my voice trailing off.
Alexa frowns and nods, her lips pressed in a line as if she's tasted something gross.
'Well I'm sure Brits aren't as bad as us Aussies.' She says, trying to make a joke of it.
I sigh again. I don't really want to think about Eric right now, not just before I leave my brother and my mum and Alexa behind.
My job will be interesting I guess... I have a few weeks before I start, to settle in and make new friends. As if that'll happen. I'm probably destined to a life of solitude and loneliness. I'm not the kinda girl guys fall in love with for starters. Guys get freaked out when they know what I'm capable of. What I do to myself constantly. My hand goes down to my ribcage. I press ever so slightly and I can feel the bones. Every single one is accentuated and clear. But I'm still not skinny enough. I need to be thinner.
I suffer from anorexia. I've had it nearly a year now and I've been hospitalised nearly three times. But I can't eat. I can't. I just feel so guilty and sick after I do.

I stare out the window as a tear slips down my cheek. I can't break now. Not in front of Alexa.
'Emma? I said we're here.' Alexa's voice breaks me out of my trance and that's when I realised I've been crying.
I quickly wipe the tears away and smile sadly.
'I'll miss you heaps Alexa. I promise to keep in touch and visit when I have enough money and I'll tell everything that's going on and text you everyday even though it will cost loads.'

Alexa smiles and hugs me. I squeeze her tight and she gasps. I forgot, my ribs and hips are probably digging into her.
'Sorry.' I mumble, pulling out of the hug.
She squeezes my arm, her hand wrapping around it easily.
'It will be ok.' She whispers. 'You'll get better.'
I nod and gather my things, I don't want to have this conversation now.

'Flight B34A to London Heathrow is now boarding, please go to Gate 5.'

'That's you're cue,' Alexa smiles,'go kick some ass for me. Show those Brits how us Aussies do it!'
I laugh, the over air-conditioned air filling my lungs. I look over my shoulder and wave.
'I love you!' I shout, not caring if people look at me.
'You too! Now go get on that plane!' Alexa laughs at me, waving back.

The cabin is stuffy and noisy. I sit at the window seat, looking at the earth below. I was on one plane for 10 hours and changed flight in China. I've now been on this plane for a good 8 hours.
I haven't eaten, I haven't slept, all I've done is stare out the window. Preparing myself for the life that awaits me in the rainy capital of England...