Emily's Escape

Chapter 45

                 

I know I have put this song in it before, but for me, this is like a soundtrack to Emily's Escape. I have listened to it so much while writing the story.

Enjoy this chapter since it is the last :)

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New years eve

"I cannot believe this," Tiffany exclaimed from my bed. I was surprised too.

"I know, it's incredible. You got out just in time!" She smiled and nodded. Just like I had, she fought and actually got out of the hospital. I got the news a few hours after Carter had presented the idea of going to a new years party with our high school. I must admit, I wasn't fond of the suggestion at first, but I knew Carter liked to party with his friends, and I also did want to let lose for a change. That Tiffany could come was just an extra bonus.

We were currently getting ready in my room, and everything was so out of place. I loved spending time with her outside of the clinic, though I hadn't had a girl friend for quite some time. The scenario of getting ready with a girl and not Carter, who only thought about taking off my dress, was so strange, yet lovely. I really liked having someone other than my boyfriend to talk to.

"Do I look okay in the dress?" Tiffany was like me. She was so insecure and she didn't like the way she looked, I could relate since I was sick like her. We shared the same mental illness and in some sick way, that brought us closer. It made our connection different. We had been through the same things and we had the same thoughts. Carter was hesitant about me spending time with someone else having an eating disorder, since last time didn't work out so well, but he had met Tiffany and I think he could see that she meant me no harm. Anderson was different. He wanted me to get worse. Tiffany only wanted me to get better, and I did the same for her. I wouldn't wish this upon anyone.

"Of course you do. I will definitely not be the only one getting a new years kiss this evening," I said and winked. She laughed and nodded. Okay, Tiffany was a little different; she was insecure, but not shy. She talked to everyone and never let an awkward moment occur. I wished I was a little bit more like her, but I tried not to let the thoughts get to my head. I didn't need to measure up to anyone. That was something I was trying to be better at. My therapist said I had to remember that no one is the same, and I am good the way I am. Carter had told me so too, though he used some other words like perfect and so on.

Tiffany was wearing a light pink, almost beige, tight dress. It was low cut and had small straps over her shoulders. It was a dress I would never dare to wear and I was amazed that Tiffany could. We were the same, but still so different. I was deeply ashamed of my body and didn't want anyone to see it. At least at one point. I was too trying to better myself in this sort. Tiffany hated her body just as much, but she didn't try to hide it. She was skinny, but I could see she had gained weight after being at the hospital. She had curves and was incredibly beautiful.

I was planning on wearing a black, knee-length t-shirt dress. Since I was going to be with the school, I didn't want to attract attention. I was also very self-conscious these days. Changes were happening to my body and I was slowly gaining weight. Though I truly was better, the weight still scared me. I don't think the fear of getting fat will ever leave my mind, but I knew now that I could control it, and seek help when I couldn't.

"You're not wearing that," Tiffany said when I pulled the dress over my head. I looked at her with my brows scrunched.

"Why not? What's wrong with it? Do I not look good in it?" I was feeling anxious.

"Em, it's not how you look in it, it's how the dress look. It's boring. We're going to be the center of attention and you can't be that in that dress. Please, Em, it's new years and Carter would probably love to see you in something a little tighter," she appealed. I had to roll my eyes. Tiffany was definitely also more attention seeking than I was, though she wasn't annoying doing so. How that could be, I had no idea.