Mental Illnesses

Chapter 2: Chloe

I knocked on the door loudly. I could hear Pink Floyd blaring, even from outside. I'd only been to Chris' trailer for drug buying, so I've never been inside.

Chris opened the door with a smile, then invited me in. I was kinda friends with everyone here. I was still wearing the outfit from earlier. (Media in chapter 1) I took a seat next to Charlie, who was making out with Jay.

I took off my jacket and Chris hjnf it up. Then, I bought some pot from Chris and lit it up when he sat next to me. I saw what he was writing. It said:

'Charlie: Likes Jay. Is slutty when drunk. Listens to hippie music. Gives great lap dances. I've never seen her eat. Does not buy drugs.

Brandon: Doesn't like anyone. Is angry when drunk. Listens to metal. Breaks the rules. Cries himself to sleep every night. Buys crack and pot.

Jay: Likes Charlie. Is serious when drunk. Listens to emo music. Is quiet.  Has had 2 suicide attempts. Buys cocaine.

Max: Likes Chloe. Is funny when drunk. Listens to emo music. Is bisexual. Has lots of scars. Buys pot.

Chloe: Doesn't like anyone. Listens to emo and grunge music. Is never seen without a smoke. Is rumored to be bulimic. Buys pot and cocaine.'

I got up to get a slice of pizza and Chris followed me. He pulled a bag of white powder out of his pocket. I gave him the money and took the bag. I put a little cocaine on my finger tip and snorted it. Then, I lit a joint and ate 3 pizza slices, followed by 2 cans of Pepsi.

I was on my way to the bathroom when I got a phone call. I saw it was my brother, Brian. I bolted out the trailer door, and walked away so he couldn't hear the music

"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey, Chloe. I've got some bad news..."
"What is it?"
"If you don't gain some weight, you're going to have to go to an eating disorder clinic."
"What?! Why?! Brian! You know damn well I don't have anorexia. You've seen how much I eat!"
"I've also heard you doing jumping jacks for hours and I've seen the marks on your fingers from purging."
"Listen... I... those were from our cat... and.... Ugh whatever! I'm not going to a clinic, I'm almost 18!" I yelled and hung up.

I turned around to find Charlie standing behind me.

"I stayed in a clinic for a week and a half. Now, I just have weekly check-ins," she said.

"How did you survive the week and a half?"

"I did what I was told. Now, I drink a lot of water before going to check in and I slip a lot of quarters in my bra,"

My joint was almost done burning, so I put it out on my forearm and enjoyed the pain. Charlie and I started walking back to the trailer when I lit another cigarette. Yeah, I'm 100% getting cancer when I'm older.

When we got inside, Charlie immediately started dancing. The fringes on her boots were moving side to side and her jewelry jingled. (Picture of outfit in media)

I sat on Chris's bed and put on my jacket because I saw Max was coming towards me and I didn't want him to be triggered by my fresh cuts.

He handed me a beer and said, "Hey, Chloe."

I cracked open the beer can and said, "How are you?"

"Fucked up," he replied.

"Me too," I said. I really liked him, and now that I know he likes me, too, I took an opportunity to be sweet. Slowly and gently, I went for his hand. My heart started fluttering as he intertwined our fingers.

But, my wonderful moment was ruined when a girl busted through the door. She was mad, and making a B line towards Chris.

"Piper, please..." Chris said weakly. This girl, who I guess was named Piper, showed no mercy and slapped him right across the face.

"You ripped me off!" Piper yelled.

"You got your damn drugs, slut!" Chris shouted back.

"I asked for high quality! Did you give me that?! No! Of course not, you greedy bastard!"

Chris shoved Piper out the door and locked it. She was banging on the door for 10 minutes before leaving.