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Chapter 11 (E)

"Hey, thank god you called just now you don't know what I was about to do, Giselle." I said still sniffling from the harsh thing I was about to do to myself.

"I hope you weren't doing anything stupid." She said like I was about to rob a bank or something.

"Well....I was...you know...I told you about it remember?" I said, "My life of harassment and change in my appearance."

"Aw...baby please tell me you weren't harming your beautiful body." She said in a softer tone, and it warmed me up to hear someone care even in the slightest about me and my wellbeing.

"What will you do if I said yes to that." I said feeling the tears come down again

"Then I will have to come over and literally slap you into the next day." She said seriously.

I laughed, this was just the thing I needed to bring my mood up, at a time like this. I wiped my tears away and grabbed a tissue and blow my nose as I heard Giselle cooing that everything was going to be ok. Once I cleaned myself off and wasn't a total mess anymore, I went back to the conversation.

"So, what were you calling me for?" I asked, just realizing that she called at such a random time of the day.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot about that." She said in realization. "Well I have great news to tell you."

"What is it? Please don't tell me it is about you finding a new boyfriend that looked like a hot swimsuit model and rub it in my face." I said in annoyance " You know I am not really looking for one at this time in my life."

"No no, not even close. But I did recently get a boyfriend. We have to break up soon though."

"Why?" I questioned

"I am coming back home, that's why." She said with excitement, and I could just imagine her jumping up and down.

It took me awhile to process that. Was she talking about coming back to New York again?

Well first wouldn't it be better to tell you who I was even talking to first, so you guys could understand why I was getting excited.

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It had all started before my mom became an alcoholic and my dad violating me. A time when they were actually happy together and happy to see me and treated me like an actual daughter.

My mom had a friend and that friend had a daughter the same age as me. Her name was Giselle.

We played together all the time at each other's house playing dress up and dolls. We would walk around the neighborhood saying high to the passing cars and old people. No matter how many times our parents told us to not talk to strangers we still did. We didn't care, we just wanted to put a smile on their faces.

And not to mention it, we both were undoubtedly really cute kids, especially Giselle. She was so beautiful, she had nice long flowing brunette colored hair with these mesmerizing teal eyes and dimples. I remember them as if was just yesterday I saw her.

We liked to play in her backyard of concrete and do hop scotch and have tea parties with our dads. We would beg and beg them to put on a tutu skirt and sit with us on our tiny tea set table and present to being drinking tea and eating some cookies. We even spoke in an English accent and made of each other's version of it. But I always had the better accent. (Don't tell her I said that.) I remember that day the most since our moms had taken a picture of that moment and printed it and gave it to me as a birthday gift. So, I still have it on my desk on full display on the fun days.

But the fun didn't last all too long, three years to be exact. She was in a military family, so she had to move because her mom was stationed in Illinois.

We were 8 by then.

I didn't take the news all too well either. I cried and cried the day before and the day of, when they had to leave. I didn't want my best friend to leave me. But my mom had decided to see them off, so I can give a final goodbye to Giselle.

When we were at the airport we had a little fun before Giselle's family had to board their plane.

I looked at Giselle and ran into her arms giving her a big bear hug.

She whispered in my ear's "Don't worry Abby. I will be back, so we could finish that tea party, Ok?"

I let go and looked at her, she had tears running down her cheeks too. I wiped mine off then reached out my arm and wiped hers off too. I nodded yes and smiled at her.

I walked up to her mom and asked her to keep in touch with my mom so me and Giselle could still talk to each other, even if we are a long distance away from each other.

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3 years has passed since then and we still contacted through our mom's phones. But now we both had our own phones we could use so we don't have to burden our parents anymore for us to talk. We asked each other for the others phone number and we talked none stop from there.

Our mothers had lost touch with each other through the time, and my mom started to drink more and more alcohol as days went by. My parents came home less and less, and when they did come home they were not at all happy to see me. But, me and Giselle stayed close.

We called each other every week to catch up with each other's life. Which surprised me since it has been about seven years since we had last saw each other's faces. But that didn't matter we were still as close as we were when we were eight years old. We stayed strong and didn't drift off like most people would.

And now she is telling me we can finally see each other after this long. Of course, I will be overly excited.

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"oh my god, that is such great news." I said joyfully "Did your mom retire or something."

"Yeah, she did and decided to come back to New York since she loved it there." She said as we both squealed.

"We can finally see each other. I'm so excited." I said finally I can have someone that would be with me and never betray me. But then again, will she really stay with me once she sees how everyone treats me in the school. Will she really go head first into social suicide?

" I am too, finally we can reunite." Giselle said

" The first thing we do when you get here is we are going to finish that tea party." I said, that coming to my mind when she first comes back

"No way...You remember that." She said surprised

"Of course, I remember that. Who do you take me for." I said with pride.

"An idiot." She deadpanned

"Seriously"

"Yeah"

"Ok I am just going to ignore that." I said

"Ok but Abby I have to go." Giselle finally said to end the phone call.

"That's fine. Bye see you soon." I said

"Bye"

The call went dead and I was left in a happy state. I was dancing around but, I felt a sharp pain. I looked down and saw the mark I made.

"Maybe I should patch that up before I do anything too rash."

I got a band-aid and covered it up and put the knife somewhere I couldn't reach...the top of my closet.

Once I finished hiding that my stomach growled, well that made since, I hadn't eaten in a while. Maybe 1-2 days. This was pretty normal for me. Eating was like an afterthought to me. I wasn't the person who had an eating disorder but, I just didn't jump at the fact that I needed to eat.

I unlocked my door and peaked my head out and checked if my parents were in sight. No one was so I quickly opened the door and walked to the kitchen and got some frozen food and microwaved it.

I swear three minutes on a microwave felt like an hour, once it dinged I put it on a plate and walked back to my room closing it behind me. I went to my desk and opened up my laptop and watched the latest episode of my favorite show.