The Story Of Melody The Unstable Mess

Chapter 4: Brooke

Brooke was just like me. The only thing that made us different was that she was white. We were like Cher and Dion from "Clueless". We were inseparable, and thats how we liked it. No one understood us more than eachother. Well sort of. Brooke had problems... and not like the "I forgot my homework" kind. I thought O had a hellish life but when she told me the list of things she goes through, all my problems seemed miniscule.
She had body image issues which I didn't understand at the time. She was beautiful too eveybody else but Brooke didn't see it. "Your the pretty one Melody." she would say. I would just think to myself "she's kidding right." This is how anorexia tied into her life. She thought she was fat and when she asked I would always deny it. It wasn't true. She wasn't fat, she was curvy. I would kill for her curves the same way she would to have my body. I didn't understand why she wanted to look like me. I was basically a troll compared to her.
The problem that scared me the most about her was her depression. She was also ADHD. And I don't have to be a scientist to know that you shouldn't mix the medicines. I always knew Brooke was ADHD because you could tell when she didn't take her meds. She would be super hyper and slightly annoying. Eventually she would calm down. But when she did take it she was like a zombie half the time. One time on a day she did take the medicine she went home after school and got in to it with her mom. She text me saying what happened. She said her mom called her a "fat whore". I felt terrible I couldn't be right there next to her at that time. Then she sent me a picture. It was of her legs and there were a bunch of red lines on them. I asked what it was. She said she had cut herself. I didn't know how to react. I was angry and horrified, yet I felt guilty. The next day I made her talk to me. I asked "Is that the first time you did that?" She said no. That wasn't the answer I wanted. She showed me her other cuts. Most of them on her stomach, some on her thighs, others on parts of her arm no one could see.
One that day I promised her I would always be there when she needed me no matter what, as long as she never held another razor to her body again.