TRIGGER WARNING
Authors notes: Sorry I haven't uploaded for so long but I've had a french assessment so I've had to revise but I hope you like chapter and enjoy it. :)
I can honestly say this was one of the worst days of my life. Everything had been crappy but this really put the nail in the coffin. It was Thursday. I've always hated Thursdays. Always. Me and Simon were doing homework on the computers upstairs we were alone and something was wrong.
His eyes had lost the hazel brightness that they once held. His hair seemed to even be down. Okay i know it sounds weird but it honestly did. His clothes were pressed neatly as normal but he had a fake laugh and fake sense of humor today. No. These past few days.
"Are you okay Simon? Something seems wrong." I said as kindly and gently as possible.
"Yeah I'm fine don't worry."
Leave him alone he doesn't like you. He hates you. We're friends. Shut up.
"No seriously what's wrong I can tell somethings wrong with you."
"I've just been going through some stuff recently."
Cautiously I asked him what stuff, worried about what the answer would be. He's fine I'm sure of it. Simon's always fine. He's just...Simon. Nothings wrong with him...ever.
"I've been to the Drs recently and...i have cancer. Skin cancer."
Tears pricked at his eyes. His cheeks go red. No. Not Simon. This can't be real. Under the desk I nervously and sadly scratch my wrist. I wish Laura was here she'd know what to say...what to do...
"Simon I'm so sorry how bad is it? How long have you had it for?"
"A couple of months and I have to give myself injections everyday in the arm."
I couldn't believe this.
"You're the only person that knows don't tell anyone."
"Not even your mum knows your granddad?"
"No. No one. My mums mum died of this cancer I don't want to hurt her."
....Oh Simon.
I got home in a terrible mood. I needed to do something.I quickly got out my razor blade and cut several times on the leg. It wasn't enough I needed to do something else. I carefully cleaned up the blood then I went to the mirror where... I stopped. I never realized before that I was that big. I must have gained weight...or was I always like that? That's when it started...the bulimia...
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Barely alive
Ficción GeneralSometimes do you just want to escape? Run from everything you hold dear to you. For me that isn't an option. I'm trapped inside my own prison. My own mind...my own story. But hey it could be worse. So enough dawdling let's get this party started...
