The Truth

Chapter One: Samantha

A/N: Sorry I've been making new stories and not updating my old ones. People change and my life has been quite miserable so i write down whatever my feelings spit out and they turn into stories. Here's a new one, hope you enjoy!

Kayla POV:

Six years ago, I made my very first friend, Samantha. We were both looking for a new friend at the beginning of a new school year, our first year of middle school. We weighed around 80 pounds.

Five years ago, we both got into our first relationship; her with her first boyfriend, Reese, and me with my first girlfriend, Riley, Reese's twin. We weighed around 95 pounds.

Four years ago, the twins moved away, halfway across the world; long-distance relationships never work so we had to break up. I helped her through a broken heart, she said she never wanted to talk to Reese ever again and she never did but I kept in contact with Riley. We weighed around 100 pounds.

Three years ago, both Samantha's and my parents got divorced, sending both of us into a deep depression where we stopped eating and started hurting. We weighed around 110 pounds. Samantha ran away to find her dad. She was gone for 2 months, 1 week, and 4 days; I kept count because I cared about her and was worried constantly. She came back with a broken arm and bruises, cuts, and scratches all over her body. Her mom got mad, sued her ex-husband, got rich and bought Samantha everything she wanted. Samantha left me alone with my depression and thoughts. I got worse and she got popularity and a new group of friends to replace me.

Two years ago, Samantha was fat. All her new friends left her and she came crawling back to me. I weighed 121 pounds then. She weighed 176. She begged me to help her, get her back to the way she used to be so people would like her again. I agreed, of course, because I'm not the kind of person that says no to someone who wants help.

One year ago, I weighed 89 pounds and Sam weighed 104 pounds. She never stopped thanking me for helping her, even though she never got her friends back. We were too worried about losing weight. We never noticed anyone else. We paid attention to ourselves.

We only talked to each other, sometimes we talked to our teachers and parents. We did homework together, always sleeping over at each other's houses. We went shopping, whispering about how if we were just a little bit tinier, we might actually look good in something.

Shoppers would glare at us, cashiers would avoid eye and skin contact. We never bought food, just sweaters and knee high socks because we were always cold. Sometimes we would bribe the cashiers with money to give us e-cigarettes since we were still minors.

We bought body length mirrors and set them up in my backyard during the summer, smoking and judging each other's body as we stood in our bikinis with sun glimmering off our pale skin. Boys would stare as they skateboarded by, but not in the good way. They stared as us as if we were walking ghosts with beating hearts. But we wanted them to look at us like we were skeletons with beating hearts.

Five months ago, we were hiding under hoodies and sweat pants in my room during winter break. We were listening to pop songs, rock songs, never country songs. We didn't like Justin Bieber or Andy Grammer, we didn't like Selena Gomez or Ariana Grande. Instead, we danced and sang along to Panic! At The Disco, Falling In Reverse, Bring Me The Horizon, and Sleeping With Sirens. We were sipping on out-of-season low-calorie lemonade, it was just lemon squeezed into water with no sugar added, and nibbling on salad made of lettuce, cucumbers, and celery. My six-year-old sister came in, asking about the lyrics. We told her it was about bad fairies and that we all had to dance to make them become good fairies. We couldn't dare tell her the real meaning. Reality will hit her eventually, softer than it hit Sam and I.

Sam and I danced everyday during winter break. By the time it was over, I weighed 85 and Sam weighed 92. We felt stronger, our world was brighter. Adrenaline was pumping through our veins. Our brains thought better, we ran faster and got the best grades. We didn't need coffee or energy drinks, we got power from looking at other people's fat bodies as we walked down the hallway with our heads held high. Students always looked at us, but their looks were filled with jealously and hatred, not with worry.

Teachers asked if we had to go to the nurse but we always sat there with a smile on our face and said "No, I feel fine. Why?" And they would walk away, shrugging.

We would go for a small road trip during our lunch period so we didn't have to sit there with disgusting food sitting in front of us. We went to the mall to buy adorable small bras to match adorable small undies from Victoria's Secret. We went to Hot Topic to buy Alice In Wonderland crop tops and Pierce The Veil t-shirts.

But two months ago, at the beginning of summer vacation, Samantha disappeared. I'm the only one who knows what happened to her. Her mom thinks she ran off to her dad again. The school thinks she ran off with Reese since the twins moved back to the United States. The police did a two day investigation but decided she wasn't worth searching for since she turned 18 a week before she went missing.

Sam kept so much instead her, so many secrets, so many lies, things she only told to me. We were a whole fraction. Now I'm simply a half. My name is Kayla. I am 17 years old. I weigh 80 pounds. And my only and best friend is dead. Let me explain.