Heart of Glass (A Pierce the Veil Fanfiction)

XXXII

Belle's POV

I looked at the calendar that sat on the wall of the living area to my rehab building. I had no friends here, my roommate envied me to the point of hate, and I missed everyone.

It's not like I meant to read her diary, I just sort of did. She pointed out all my insecurities in front of a crowd today and I just wanted to know why she didn't like me so when I saw the book, I decided to take a peek. The most recent entry went on and on about how I didn't deserve my looks or my tiny waist and family. She pretty much called me an ungrateful brat. Fuck her, I don't even know her name anyways.

It was the 20th and it was also the day before winter break started. A glum washed over me but a light shone just as fast.

"Annabelle pack your bags, you're leaving." The sarcastic receptionist gave me the news and as soon as I heard it, I was rushing. I didn't even feel like preparing myself to leave, I was ready just the way I was. My hair might've been matted and my clothes might've fit me just a little worse that day, but I couldn't have cared less.

Looking in the mirror, I saw the only thing that made me frown. I lifted my t-shirt and saw how bony I had actually become. I may've been getting worse in here, but at least I no longer thought I was getting better. All this time I thought what I was doing was making me healthier but I guess not. The door swung open and in walked my roommate.

"Skin and bones, aren't cha? Why're your bags packed, twiggy?" I dropped my shirt and turned to face her. The smug look on her face made me want to tell her off so bad but I just sighed and let it go.

"I'm leaving. I'm leaving and I won't be back but I hope you get better. Stop cutting your ankles, I can see it hurts when you walk sometimes and stop beating yourself up over your weight. Everyhing's okay." She was a little overweight but she didn't need to be ashamed. I personally thought she was a really pretty girl and her blue eyes were stunning. But she didn't see that. On that note, I span on my heels, grabbed my bags, and went to wait in the lobby.

It wasn't long until my parents showed up. They weren't allowed in, but the employees working in this hell hole came in to tell me they were outside. While I waited, a few people said goodbye, but it wasn't anyone I knew as a friend. I was itching to leave and when the snarky receptionist told me it was that time, I raced out the door. I hadn't even noticed my boyfriend until I went to pick up my luggage to stick it in the trunk. When it wasn't there, I looked up and he had it, loading it in.

"Jaime!" I gave him my best death squeeze and I was overwhelmed with happiness that I was ready to cry right there in his arms. He held me by the waist and span me around, and when he set me back down on my own feet, we were both beaming at one another but it didn't last long.

"Belle, your face..." He had one hand on my cheek and gently turned it to the side. I knew exactly what he was looking at and I snappily turned away from his touch. He quickly drew his hand back.

"I told you I wasn't getting better."

"Belle, I'm sorry I-"

"Don't. Don't be sorry I know you're just worried and I get it." The only part of me that had never lost any fat before was my face, and now, it was thin and my mother's jawline was clearly visible on me. My face had always been the slightest bit round but that was over.

"I don't care what it takes. I'm going to help you and you're going to get better." I pulled back to look into his eyes.

"Thanks." I stood on my toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. Long enough to savor, but short enough to want a little more. We got into the back seat of my parents' car.