Adolescent

Chapter 2

Hey Guys! Hope you liked the first part. I’ve got loads of ideas for the story. Please Like or comment. J

PS- sorry I don’t split paragraphs very often, but it’s just the way I like to write. Perhaps I’ll change it soon.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 2

Up until around 12:00 AM the sleepover was uneventful. Julia and I chatted ad all, but it was nothing if great importance s I chose to forget it soon after. “You hungry?” Julia asked. “A little” I said. “But I can’t eat right now.” Julia was obviously confused as to why there were certain times that I could and could not ingest food, but she wouldn’t question me until she returned from the kitchen with an assortment of various snacks.

            “So why can’t you eat?” she asked when she returned. I really wasn’t sure how to answer her, because it wasn’t an easy question to answer. “Well,” I began “let’s just say I’m on a really strict diet.” “Is it a no-food diet, AKA starving?” in a tone that spoke louder than she had. I sighed “Yeah, I guess. I don’t know” “Look, I’m not going to judge you or anything, but just be careful with stuff like that. You have to be sure it doesn’t get out of hand.” I took her advice to heart, even tough id assumed that she knew nothing about eating disorders.

            Julia and I went on with talking about whatever it was we felt had to be said. Julia talked with her hands, and when she had contorted her hands to a certain fashion I had noticed something. “What’s that?” asked. “What?” she asked. “Those scars on your arms… what are those from?” I asked. I was afraid of what she would tell me, but it was too late. The quesrion had already been asked. “Me” she said “they’re from me.” “What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me you were going through shit, I asked you nicely to tell me when you feel like doing that to yourself.” I said. I tried on to get emotional; only because she’d seen enough of me crying in the past. “It’s just from these girls around my corner, okay?” she said “They called me ‘dumb-bitch’ when I get off the bus from school one day.” “I’m just upset that I let it get to me. They were probably just going through their own shit like the rest of us.” She said. I diidn’t know what to say, so I gave her a hug. Julia started to tear up when I was holding her in my arms.

            I woke up first, that Saturday. Julia was such a messy sleeper. She’d always been know as the Barbie, but I found it funny to see her ugly for once. Maybe I shouldn’t have enjoyed that, but it didn’t matter to me very much. I walked quietly out to the hallway, and downstairs where I assumed she could no longer hear me. I knew that my parents were out by the note they left on the fridge. I didn’t really care why they were out so I didn’t read the note and threw it in the trash. I figured I’d make breakfast for her, and maybe a tiny egg-sandwich for myself. I was eating now, because I hadn’t in a day or so. I fried up some bacon for her, made an omelet, and made some toast. Then, I cooked a tiny, egg for myself and placed it between two half-slices of wheat bread.

            I heard the foot-steps coming from upstairs. I figured she woke up because of the smell of the delicious meal I prepared for her. “Hey” she said. I was sitting on the couch, watching some garbage show with whores yelling at each other on it. “Good morning” I said “I made some food.” “Aw, sweet! Thanks Morgan” “no problem.” I said. Julia sat on the couch, and watched my favorite horrible reality show I was watching. Julia stopped eating abruptly. “You okay?” I asked “Yeah” Julia said, obviously in pain. “My head” she said. “I’ll get some Ibuprofen” I said. It was in the medicine cabinet upstairs, in the bathroom.