Untold

T R I

Henley

"Leave a message at the tone. Beep."

"Hey, Viv. I went through torture today.

 Dawn somehow convinced me to go to the mall, you know how damn persuasive she can be. Every store we walked into some skinny white girl with a terrible spray tan would eye me up and down, snapping away at their gum, wondering why I even bothered to walk in at all.

And me, being me, we didn't find anything in my size.

That's why I stick with my good old band t-shirts. They're comfy and they have all sorts of sizes.

And, honestly, what's wrong with My Chemical Romance and Green Day?

You always used to bother me about that, but you still let me be.

Honestly, what bothered me the most was what Dawn said: 'I didn't think that we would have this much trouble.'

It hurt.

People think girls aren't that accepting, but guys are worse.

The stereotypes out there are everywhere, and there's no escape from it.

All guys have to have eight packs, be jocks, be "bad boys", and have to make dumb jokes.

It's not fair.

So, shopping left me in a bad mood.

But with you it never would.

You would've probably gone up to the cashier, demanded to see the manager of the store, and go on an hour long rant about how discriminatory their store was.

I never did get the chance to thank you for that. For teaching me to care less about what others think and to stand up for myself; god, I sound so stupid and corny.

Anyways, here I am.

Thanking you.

Thanks for everything, Viv. You always made me feel like a person.

Like I'm not just the fat kid.

Like I deserved to have friends. 

I'm still working on it though."

I hung up, feeling better that I called, but still my dark mood didn't go away.

Food.

Eating always gave me comfort. I got into my car, and drove to grab some food.

As I was on my way home, I began to cry. And while I drove by a wooded area, the tears came the hardest and I pulled over. In that moment, I was releasing all of the pain that I hadn't gotten a chance to.

All the pain from losing Vivvie, the pain from the bullying, all the pain from the words of others.

From their actions.

The tears kept falling even after I finished my sandwich. But, after a little while, I felt a little better. So, I continued my the rest of my drive home.

I arrived, and once I got in the house, I dropped my keys on the counter and kicked off my shoes to lay down on the couch. As I began to lay on the couch, I had a moment of realization.

Why in the world did I eat that fucking sandwich and why am I still wondering why I'm fat?

I dug my nails into my palms as I resisted the urge to go to the bathroom. I lost that inward battle.

I ran to the bathroom and as soon as I stood over the toilet, I shoved a finger down my throat over and over again.

This is hopeless.

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Slightly fixed this chapter but I'm not sure if it's any better...

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