The Truth

Chapter Three: What Happened

She told me everything, blurting out the first things that came to her mind, the random points from her life, and explaining things, answering my questions, spilling her guts to me.

She went back to about three years ago, the divorces, the money, the popularity. The popular girls used her to borrow money, to borrow outfits, to expand their power. At first, they seemed to actually be friends with her, she said. They gave her amazing advice, set her up with super hot guys, took her out and paid for her to do things and showed her the latest fashion trends.

But then it became obvious that they were fake. They went to her house instead of going to their own bigger, fancier houses or out to expensive restaurants or to parties. They began stealing her money and other things, clothes, jewelry, food even. They denied her every time she pointed out that something they wore looked familiar, telling her she was going crazy. They told her the clothes wouldn't fit her or look good on her anyway because she was getting fat.

They told her to stop eating but when she couldn't do that right, they told her to throw up everything she ate. She ended up being a pro at that and wouldn't wait more than ten minutes after a meal before running to the bathroom. The girls told everyone, her secret was out and boys would tell her she needed some mints for when she was done.

She started starving after that, since it was easier after she was already used to the feeling of hunger from her phase through bulimia.  She started hiding more, skipping school with the usual people who did, started doing drugs, started losing weight quickly. Samantha started crying again, tears rushing down her face, snot being wiped onto her shirt sleeve, sobs echoing throughout my room.

I can't deal with this.

She is so complicated, she complains too much! She jealous because I'm stronger than her, better than her, skinnier, prettier. 

I'm done.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD SAMANTHA! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE! You gave up on me, you left me. Now, I'm going to do the same to you because I needed help and you weren't there and now that you need help you've come crawling back. AGAIN! You've never been there for me!" I scream, I can't get the words out fast enough, the words are scrambled in my brain and I'm not thinking straight."

"Just... just disappear, and never come back!" I yell, stuttering and turning away.

That was the last thing i ever said to her....