Adopted by Pentatonix (#Power10)

Chapter 85

Happy 1st birthday Pentatonix's newest album 😭 I'm listening to it right now and sobbing.

Dedication: this story is one year old tomorrow! Unbelievable. The amount of support I've gotten and the amount of friends I've made is just incredible. I love you all 😭💙

Also dedicated to christmasgeek2010 because she's great and... That's about it really. Also, she writes amazing books, go check them outttt <3

There's a really long quote at the start so you don't really have to read it but it'd be nice if you did <3

I hate my book. I know it's going on too long and I don't think I'm going to have a sequel but I hope you like the ending cause I do.

Hypothetically, if I started a YouTube channel, would any of you watch it? I mean, I suck so it'd be really bad but still.

#BAD4US kill me

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Recap:
"What did I do to deserve you?" He whispers and I smile softly.

"You saved me..." I whisper back.

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"Looking back, I see the extreme precautions I took to keep it [not eating] a secret, demonstrate that I knew how wrong it was. I was constantly exhausted and always dizzy, but in my head I was suffering to get where I wanted to be in life. If I hated Fat Tyler, then maybe I'd love Skinny Tyler. I had no patience to become the new me in a healthy way, and in a little more than a month I lost thirty pounds and become a skeletal version of myself. Although my ribs protruded and my waist was smaller than ever before, all I could see were problem areas. I'd look in the mirror and cry, disgusted. Yeah, sure, I'd lost some weight, but I could still lose more. And if losing all that weight didn't make me happy yet, maybe if I lost five more pounds? That might work. It was worth a try. Every stomach gurgle felt like a cry of surrender from my body, but I wasn't here to show mercy to something that had caused me years of pain.... When my parents realised I had a problem, it was too late. I had spiralled out of control and was thinner than ever before. My face had sunk in, and none of my clothes fit me. Not knowing what to do or how to help, my parents sent me to therapy where I sat in silence refusing to speak. I was in control now, and I wasn't about to let anyone force me to go back to who I used to be. My parents took me to weekly weigh-ins with a doctor and if that week I hadn't gained wright, I was grounded. Most weeks, I chose being grounded over gaining a pound.... The year I developed anorexia was the worst year of my life. I found that it didn't matter if I was Fat Tyler or Skinny Tyler. I still hated myself. While before I couldn't run because I was overweight, now I couldn't run because I got dizzy from exhaustion. I had gone from one extreme to another, neither bringing me any closer to happiness. To make matters worse, I felt that everyone was yelling at me about my weight, telling me how I just needed to eat more, or how I was going to destroy my body, or how I was acting out or causing problems. I felt that nobody understood what I was going through, myself included. I was in a downward spiral of starvation, weigh-ins, and therapy, practically being force-fed, and hating myself. Near the end I began to throw bulimia into the mix. I was addicted to control, to the point where I lost any semblance of it."- Tyler Oakley, Binge

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{25th June, Saturday}

I wake up in the only way I ever want to wake up; in Shane's arms. A small smile falls on my face and I grip his shir- bare chest? I quickly pull back slightly and breathe a sigh of relief when I see his pants still on. I return to my position, not even wondering or caring why he took his shirt off. I wrap one arm around his waist and rest the right side of my face against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat comforting me.