Emily's Escape

Chapter 2

This subject has come to my attention, and I quickly wanted to make a note:
This chapter includes usage of medicine. Please note that this is a fictional story and that I am not a doctor (at all, lol). If you do take any medicine be sure to consult your doctor beforehand.
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I knocked on the door. I heard a lot of muffling around and soon the door opened. I don't know why they lock it. I don't have a key. They say it's unnecessary, because they're always home, that I don't need it. I think it's another sign that I don't really live there. I'm there because I don't have any parents. They always tell me that they appreciate me and that many people love me. The funny thing is that they change the subject when I ask whom these people they are talking about, whom these many people are. Susanne waved me into the house. Their home. Not mine. To me, this was just a house.

Susanne was the strict one. She wasn't a friend of us. We were her job. The other woman who worked at the house was named Carol; she was always trying to befriend us. Especially me, she thought she could help me. Whatever that meant. I didn't need any help. Those people were at least not the ones who should help me. I needed completely other people. I needed my parents.

The stairs creaked when I walked to my room. My thoughts were running. Did they always creak? Did they creak when other people walked on them? Was it just me? Was I too heavy? The tears started prickling in my eyes. I couldn't help my thoughts. They yelled at me.

You're too heavy!

Too fat!

Nobody likes nor cares for you

You're worthless

Why did you eat two days ago?

Why?

"I'm sorry," I whispered out loud. The tears were falling freely and my vision blurred.

As long as you don't eat tonight we will be fine.

You didn't eat today, did you?

"No," I don't know why I was answering. I don't know why I asked myself these questions. I knew it was my own thoughts, but it didn't feel like that. It felt like another person were inside my head. Nonstop screaming at me. She only appeared when I thought about my weight, food or something along those lines, though.

I was lying on my bed doing my homework when my phone buzzed. I grabbed my phone and saw that my alarm had just gone off. That meant it was time to go. It was 5:30 and they served dinner at 6 o'clock. I hurried packing all of my things together and put it in my bag. I dressed in my jacket and shoes and went downstairs.

"Are you leaving?" Carol asked me. I looked at her. She had a big afro and was wearing a white dress.

"Yes, I thought I told you." I smiled brightly at her. It was all just an act.

"No, where are you going?" she asked while scrapping something out of the bowl she was holding.

"Just going out with some friends," I lied. She smiled at me.

"Listen up, you should all take this as an example," the rest of the children living I the house looked up from what they were doing. There lived five others in the house. "You never go out any of you. Except you," she pointed at me with the spoon. "You have a lot of friends, good for you. You should throw a party here sometimes," That was Carol trying to act youthful, saying it was fine for me to throw a party. What she didn't know was that I didn't have any friends. At all.

I just chuckled and smiled at her. She smiled back and made a nod in the direction of the door meaning that I could go. I walked out the door. But right when I left I heard Maddie, the girl I hated the most in the house, say "You know she doesn't have any friends right? She just says that shit to get out of eating dinner, the bitch is crazy," I frowned and slammed the door. I felt like everyone kind of knew I had... issues with eating, but nobody ever really talked about it. The only one who cared was Carol, but she didn't believe the others. Maddie and all of the other children could see right through me, but they didn't give two shits about me. I didn't care about them either, though.