Please Be There (An Anorexic Girl Story)

Please Be There Ch. 5

Chapter Five

Brenda

That night, I went miniature golfing with Keera, Christy, Joe, Zach, and Austin. I sucked at it. Everyone got at least one or two hole in ones, and I just kept getting holes in fives or sixes. "Ugh!" I growled after my seventh hole in six.

"Don't worry B," Keera chuckled, "You'll get better."

"Oh shut it, K," I grumbled, crossing my arms over my thin chest. Joe smiled widely, and bumped his shoulder with mine. I ignored him, and picked up the golf club that I threw on the ground.

"Could we go out for smoothies after?" Christy whined.

"Christy," Keera laughed, "You are always so hungry! Where does it all go?"

Christy poked her thin waist, and then shrugged. "Could we," I started, and then sighed. "Could we just have one night out where we don't talk about food?" Because that's all I ever think about, I added silently.

Everyone just stared at me with a questioning look on their face. "Um, alright," Keera finally responded. I bit down hard on my lip, and walked to the next hole. Everyone followed, and no one said anything else about food.

We were on our eleventh hole when I started to feel dizzy. I clutched my growling stomach, but it wasn't enough. "Is there a bathroom nearby?" I asked quietly.

"I don't think until out of the golfing course and a left by Dairy Queen," Zach answered. I bit my bottom lip tightly. My stomach growled, and I started to lose my balance. Not here, I begged, not here.

I dropped my club, and darted. "Brenda?" Keera yelled. My friends continued to call after me, but I couldn't be here any longer. If I was going to pass out, it wasn't going to be in front of my friends.

I ran out of the course, and into the Dairy Queen. "Do you have a bathroom here," I gasped. The woman behind the counter pointed to the bathroom that said employees only. I growled loudly, and went to the store next door- the one Zach mentioned.

When I got in there, I slammed the door, and slumped against it. My breathing was ragged, and in short breaths. I stood up on shaky legs, and washed my face off with the cool water in the sink. "Ma'am?" Someone asked, "Are you alright?"

"Just feeling faint," I answered.

"Then it wasn't wise to run all the way to the bathroom," She chuckled, "Now was it?" I ignored her, and rubbed my face again with the cool water- it felt so good. My stomach felt like it was twisting around, making me bend over in pain.

"Brownie? Are you in there?" Christy called.

"One minute," I gasped. I bit down hard on my lip, and held my stomach tightly. I let out a small cry of pain, and stood against the wall.

"Brownie, are you alright?" Christy asked, "You don't sound alright."

"I'm fine," I shouted, and slid down to the floor. My dyed black hair covered my face, and I pushed it aside quickly. I rested my forehead on my knees.

"Brownie," Christy called again.

"Leave me alone," I screamed. My head was spinning. How did I make it stop? My stomach growled as if it was an answer. I sucked in a sharp breath, and stood up. I would just have to stick it out for my Mama. I opened the bathroom door, and wore a tight smile for Christy.

"Hey, are you alright," Christy whispered.

"Cramps," I answered with a small shrug.

"Aw that sucks," Christy agreed.

"I think I'm going to call Chester," I whispered, "I need to go home."

"Aw come on Brownie," Christy whined, "This is the first time we've been out together in awhile."

"Sorry," I shrugged, pulling my phone out of my pocket. After a lot of arguing with Chester and Christy, Chester came to pick me up. When I got in the passenger seat, he wasn't happy. "Sorry," I murmured.

"Whatever," He grumbled.

"I don't feel good," I explained.

"Whatever," Chester repeated.

When we got home, it was only the two of us. Both Daryl and Dunkin were at work. Chester sat on the couch, and turned the TV on really loudly. "Could you turn that down?" I asked.

"No," He growled, and to prove he wouldn't listen, he turned it up even louder. I stomped upstairs, and emptied my book bag. I still had the four page paper to right for Mrs. Rose.

As I wrote it, my phone rang. "Hey Keera," I murmured into the phone.

"Why did you leave so early?" She asked.

"Cramps," I explained.

"That sucks," She grumbled. "So whatcha doing?"

"Mrs. Rose's stupid paper," I growled.

"Oh right," Keera mused, "So I'm going. Byebye!"

She hung up before I could even respond. I sat down at my desk, and started to write a paper. I wrote about how ain't is more of a slang word then a real world, and that I didn't always use it in normal day language.

I had only gotten to page three, and I didn't know what else to write. I walked over to my bed, and fell on it. I laid my head face down on the pillow. Down below I could hear Daryl, who just came home, talking to Chester. What were they talking about? Were they talking about me? I gripped my hand in a fist tightly.

My homework was still yet to be done. I would probably end up doing it early in the morning, and get straight A's for it all. That was the way it normally went. The only homework I really needed to worry about was Mrs. Rose's paper. I didn't understand why she was so tough on me. She wasn't my Mother. I wouldn't even see her next year, so why should she care?

I didn't know the answer to that, but I'm pretty sure that I'd never had someone look out for me like that. My Mama died when I was only a child, and my Father was sent to jail when I was a child too. So I never really got to get to know my Mama. I wish I had though. I wish I had a Mama to tell me what I was doing wrong, and how I could fix it all. I didn't have one of those, and it made me cry myself to sleep most nights.

So I pulled my knees close to my chest, and buried my face deep into my pillow. My eyes closed tightly, and I thought that maybe, just maybe, if I closed my eyes tightly enough, I'd wake up to a new life. When that didn't work, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I'd slip into a coma, and never have to wake up to the life I lived.

That didn't happen though, because I woke up the next morning. I woke up late, and I woke up without completing my Language Arts paper.