For about an hour, we pretty much just had a big confessional session. We learned more about each other and by the end of the night it was as if we knew one another our whole lives. I was shocked to find out that Annie had an eating disorder called anorexia, and Daniel tried to commit suicide 4 times, and was hospitalized 5 for cutting too deep on accident. I didn't think any differently of them, and I was actually glad that they could open up to me. I just wish I could do something to help them.
After a few tears and hugs, we decided that was enough sadness, and tried to liven things up a bit. I had just put in my Ben Folds Mix C.D. of his happy songs, when my mother came upstairs and told Daniel it was getting pretty late, signaling him to leave. He gave each of us a wink and a smile, and left, taking some zebra cakes with him.
"He sure is a nice boy, isn't he?" My mom mused. She gave us a motherly smile, and left, taking our empty water glasses with her. Annie and I looked at each other and giggled. We were climbing out my window in 20 minutes, after we tell my mother we're going to bed. Annie pulls her pajamas out of her bag, and I grab mine out of my drawer.
I shut my door, and pull off my shirt. I look down in disgust at my flabby belly, but then smiled at myself for not eating today. I'm going to be Annie's size one day. She's gorgeous. I should do research on what she has.. maybe there is some stuff that could help me lose weight.
Once we've changed into our pajamas, we walk downstairs together to tell my mother goodnight. She gives us both a kiss on the cheek and tells us she's going to "turn in" too. We walk down to the basement to tell my father goodnight, and he says the same thing as my mother. Old people are so weird. As we make our way back to my room, my phone buzzes in my pocket. It's probably Daniel. I unlock it, and surprisingly, it isn't Kade. It's some unknown number. I roll my eyes, it's probably one of those chain messages. I open it anyway, and it's a picture of some fat girl. Oh my God.. that fat girl is me. Someone took a picture of me when I was at Applebee's on my birthday.
Tears fill my eyes as I look at the picture. I have chocolate on the corner of my mouth and I'm about to shovel another piece of cake into my mouth. I've got some hideous double chin, and the back of my shirt is riding up, so you can see my fat. I turn my phone screen off, and toss it on the bed. Annie looks kind of freaked out now. My expression and attitude changed so much in thirty seconds. I don't blame her for looking so scared. I'm some kind of fat monster. She walks over and timidly puts her hand on my fat back. "What happened?" She whispers. I don't say anything as I hand the phone to her. She turns on the screen and gasps.
"What the FUCK is wrong with people?! Who would do this to someone?" She throws my phone on the bed, and sits next to me and rubs my back. She slows, and eventually stops completely.
"Do you... want me to help you lose weight? I hope that didn't come out wrong, but I could help you so much. And.."
"Yes. Please. Help me. I can't be like this anymore. I'll do anything. Please?" Annie nods, and gives me a small smile.
"At first, it'll be pretty hard, but you're strong. You'll be able to do it." We exchanged smiles, and hugged. Then, my phone buzzed again. I groaned, and asked Annie to check it. She nodded, and sighed.
"It's just Daniel. You still want to go out?" I wiped my eyes and stood up.
"Yeah, let's go. No more sadness tonight."
YOU ARE READING
Still Fighting It
Teen FictionShe just wants to be happy, but when she realizes that her life is weighing her down, she needs to make changes. But how far is she willing to go to get there?
