Life Changes

Chapter 8: Chelsea

Chelsea's POV 

I got home from school at 12:30, dropping my bag off and grabbing my wallet. I had decided the previous day that I would go to 711 to get a drink and a treat before I ended it all. By ending it all, I don't mean going on a diet...

I mean taking my life. I already had my suicide letter written out and ready on the kitchen counter for when my mom got home at 5. I has planned to overdose on my Minocycline and antidepressants before slitting my wrists, that way if I did it before 2 I'd be dead by the time my lazy mom got home. I mean, if she would even care enough to save me if I was still alive by the time she got home...

Backstory?

Well... My father had left a week after I got raped by my drama teacher, which was just under a year ago. My family was never rich, we only ever had a couple hundred dollars left over once the bills were payed. It was a miracle my parents even got me a phone!

Once my dad left, we ended up barely having enough money for food! That left my mom to take on four jobs, a secretary job at a church for three hours in the morning, a reseptionist job at a storage place and then she worked two DIFFERENT jobs on the weekend. Even then, we still only had enough money for gas and grosseries once every two months, and when we did go shopping, we got very little stuff.

I ended up having to get a job to help my mom and if I wanted something? I had to buy it myself. My clothes were old and worn... I had makeup, but it was little. I had to sell my straightener and curling iron!

I had three friends. All three of them were boys. I had other friends. But they all left me when I got raped. Plus the fact that their parents never liked me either.

My life sucked... So why not just kill myself? Nobody would miss me! All my family had either disowned me or died.

I started on my walk to 711 when I heard the all-too familiar ringtone of them. Nicholas, Glen, Nate, and Blake; my bullies. They are two years older than me and the only reason I knew them was because I was friends with the leader's (Nicholas) younger sister.

Nic the ass: Yo fatty! What ya up to? Eating

McDonalds?

Glen the douche: Probably lol

Nate the dick: Hey, I found this weight loss magazine at 711 yesterday, you should check it out!

Blake the bitch: Oh! That reminds me, my sister used to use diet pills... I think you can get them at 711, just so ya know...

Me: Can you guys stop? Just for today? You can do it all you want tomorrow- oh wait you won't! Because I'll be fucking dead come 3 o'clock!

Glen the douche: WDYM?

Me: I think you know...

Nic the ass: You're killing yourself..?

Me: DING DING DING! You guessed right! What would you like for a prize? A copy of the newspaper where there will be a picture of my dead body with the headlines; Four Teenaged Boys Cause Younger Teenaged Girl To Commit Suicide? Cuz' I can arrange that

Blake the bitch: Haha... Very funny

Me: I'm not kidding

I put my phone back as I realized I had started crying. My that time, I was already in the parking lot of the strip mall. I suddenly decided not to kill myself. In a second I found myself grabbing diet pills before walking over to the magazines, still bawling. I grabbed the first one I saw, flipping through the book. All I could think of was how impossible the "tips" were. Still crying I kept flipping through all these weight loss magazines. I felt someone pull at the magazine. I then heard a voice...

Mitch's POV

The whole band had been in the 711 for less than 5 minutes when Scott pointed out something. A girl with pink hair, wearing a Scömìche t-shirt and a PTX beanie, crying while flipping through weight loss magazines.

"She looks freaking fourteen! I can barely handle those tips, let alone a what? Fourteen year old? I have to help her"

I slowly walked towards her, noticing diet pills in her other hand. I then grabbed a hold of the magazine.

"You know, you don't need this" I said, "... Or these" I added, pointing to the pills. The girl then let out a cry and flung herself towards me.

​​​​​​​I hugged her and let her cry into my arms. Soon, Scott walked over and hugged her as well. Before I I knew it, Kirsten, Avi and Kevin joined in and the girl was in the middle of a giant group hug.

"Oh... My.... God... You- you're- wow!" The girl stuttered out.

"So.... I'm going to guess you're a Pentaholic, right?" Scott asked. She nodded her head.

"Let's put this down and Avi, can you put these away please?" I asked. Avi took the pills and put them away as I put the magazine down. I handed Kirsten a ten dollar bill and told her to get us each a bottle of water.

"Here, don't pay for mine" the girl said and attempted to get out some money.

"Uh-uh, I'm buying it! Put the money away" I insisted.

"Why don't we go outside and introduce ourselves properly" Scott suggested. The girl and I agreed, along with Kevin and soon enough, Avi and Kirsten joined us.

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"Okay, first off, what is your name?" I asked.

"Chelsea".

"How old are you?" Avi asked.

"Thirteen, turning fourteen this Dece-" Chelsea was cut off my a ding from her phone. She picked it up and cried again.

"What's wrong?" I asked Chelsea and scooted closer to her to hug her. Chelsea just held up her phone, sighing.

"Scroll through it and you'll see". I scrolled through the texts and... Wow!

"How long have they done this?" I asked curious as I passed her phone to Scott.

"Since third grade, I'm going into ninth this September" she answered.

"What the actual fuck?" Scott implied as he passed it over to Avi.

"It's bad, I know! That's why I was looking at those magazines" Chelsea confessed.

"Okay, one: you are NOT fat, two: don't let anyone tell you otherwise, three: those boys are assholes and four: those tips, they're impossible for me to do, let alone you!" I told her.

"Where do you live? We'll take you home, okay?" Kirsten told Chelsea and passed the phone back to her. She nodded.

"Over there" she said, pointing in a direction of many houses, "I'll lead the way".