Pretty. Girls. Don't. Feel. - PART 2

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Picture- Corrin Young

Chpt 4. - Butterflies
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Warning! - This chapter is being separately edited, and will be re-posted as soon as it is edited and revised. Thank you for your time. ;)

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A couple days before- Dakota's POV
             Evening- Times Square


"Watch where ya' goin' Idiot!" Said an obnoxious voice.

I smirked as I kicked him in the balls. He moaned loudly in pain.

"Shut it, Corrin," I giggled. "before I kick you again."

     The busied crowds around us stared awkwardly as we continued down the longish street.  Tall buildings and landmarked shops towered around one. Flashing lights across electronic billboards shone through the dawning sky above.

"Ooh, can we go into the M&M store?" Corrin nagged, snatched my wrist.

"N-" Corrin dragged me along the busy street without care, eager to gobble down chocolate sugar coated in sugar. Sugar, sugar. 

     Don't go in there Dakota, don't let him tempt you. He doesn't care about you. He doesn't want you to be pretty. Pretty girls don't eat sugar.

"To bad!" He screamed, laughing as he pulled me into the large shop, clearly ecstatic.

     He gently released his grip as we entered the three-story, massive playhouse filled with Sugar. There were T-shirts, Sweaters, Mugs, Covers, Plush toys, keychains galore! Each with a different creepy mascots face, and color printed on it. Whoever created this must have been high.

"OMYGIRSH THERE'S THE M&M'S" Corrin cutely squealed, as multiple 5 year-olds stared at us like we were high.

     I chuckled lightly with him. I wasn't gonna lie, Corrin was absolutely adorable. He had this signature squeal that everyone knew him by; It's cute. Really annoying after a while. But cute. He was nice, kind, had the looks, romantic. But that's the thing. Corrin thinks every girl he meets is going to fall instantly in love with him, follow his every order, and obey him completely. But that's not quite how it works. Obviously.

     Corrin ran at the speed of light towards the M&M's machine and roughly knocked a three-year-old out of the way. He quickly snatched a large bag and swiftly turned the large handle, which then spilled out the sugary candies. Sugar, sugar.

     He's tempting you! Don't listen! Eat the candy, pay the price. He doesn't want you to be pretty. Pretty girls don't eat candies.

I felt lightheaded, "Sugar.. su-"

"Dakota? DAKOTA!" Corrin shrieked slapping me.

"Mhm?" I groaned, gently rubbing my now scarlet cheek. 

"Are you good?" He asked, worry on his face. 

"Y- Yes!" I quickly responded. I didn't want to lie to him, but what other choice was there? He doesn't want me to be pretty.

"Good, Now grab a bag and shove however many candies you can fit into it!" He demanded, madly twisting a wheel that had red M&M's in it.

Just the thought of touching the pure sugar shook me. The cold hard candy, with a soft filling. Crunching between my teeth. Cavities! The feeling of digesting the candy ached my stomach, it made me feel empty and weak. Sugar... 

     I reached for the large bag shakily, My arms felt weak, tired, but I'm fine. fine. My eyes started to water. Yes, water nothing else of the sort.  I turned the handle, the HANDLE. Twisting, twisting. I'm running out of time. Time, that I don't have. All thanks to him, Him. He's trying to make me ugly. Because pretty girls don't eat sugar! 

"Dakota?" Corrin screamed. "Your practically white! Are you ok? Why are you shaking?"

Worry overflew me. What was he doing? He doesn't care about me.

"STOP IT!" I screamed, pushing him away. I slid to the ground, covering my eyes. "STOP IT ALL!"

     There's always a little voice in my head. Commanding me to do whatever it wants. It controls me. Tells me what to do, what to think. It's always right though, It knows what's best for me. It tells me what to eat what to wear, how to feel when to feel. It knows me better than any boy ever will. It knows I have to be pretty, prettier than the other girls. It knows what it took to be pretty. Like  May Weaver. Why is she so pretty? She doesn't even try. She east whatever she wants and wears ugly clothes. Maybe I'll try to be like her the voice tells me. Because May Weaver's much prettier than me.

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Present- May's Pov

Evening- Hospital

     I had averted to throwing dust bunnies at a confused ant, like I was Thanos. Corrin was collecting his thoughts like the adorable geek he was, and staring out the window at some robins giving birth. Ok on second thought maybe he wasn't collecting his thoughts.

"He Corrin," I sighed, giving up on the ant as it trailed away. "How much longer do you think we're gonna be here?"

"I dunno..." He groaned, glaring at me alarmingly. "I just hope she's ok. Now that I thought about it she was acting strangely. Really strange." 

     I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Dakota NOT acting strangely. This was nothing new to me.

"Like, how strange?" I asked, gently rolling my eyes.

"Like, falling on the ground screaming I hate you for trying to make her get some M&M's..." He replied cockily, sounding a bit like Dakota.

     I, shocked nodded my head and furrowed my brows. I never knew Dakota would act like that. But after all, you never really know someone until you REALLY get to know someone..

A young woman in her thirties suddenly came out the door, greeting us kindly. She was wearing a nurse Garb and holding a clipboard.

"I hear your Ms. Dakota's friends?" She uttered calmly, shaking our hands. "Well good and bad news. She is in stable condition and will be released very soon. Bad news we fear she might have a severe eating disorder, 

     Me and Corrin exchanged looks. We both hadn't suspected anything of the sort. Looks like there's another friend, with another problem, that I don't know how to support them for. Great. Lifes, great.


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Sorry, this chapter was half the length of the regular ones, but be prepared for a longer-than-usual chapter tomorrow with more of the mystery guy ;) Again I apologize it's so short, just getting a bit of Dakota's backstory in there. Anyways. Toodle-oo! 

Thanks for reading! - Poppy

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