Eenie Meenie

Chapter 2 ~ Nicotine and Faded Dreams

**Warning** This story contains tragedy, pain and depression. It is based on a 17 year old girl, not a 36 year old woman and can be quite upsetting. Please refrain from reading if you have experienced any tragic history and are very sensitive dealing with such subjects.

No offence is intended through any of the characters.

The first chapters are really depressing but I swear it gets more happy and funny from the 3rd onwards

This story is written for Cassia. A hopeless romance reader. A close friend. A tragic Loss

Is she Breathing- Chapter 2, Nicotine and Faded Dreams

I'm a family guidance councillor. Then I met Nancy, I became her personal councillor. She used to come with her family but they got bored of seeing 'The local Shrink' Now it's just her, pouring her every thought out to me, telling me her every secret and story. The way an orphan does, at the feet of her parents grave.

Her simple story changed the way I think and do. Her life went from sad to social disaster to strange and hectic to a tragic loss to lifeless. I wanted to comfort her. So as I sit there in front of her, a woman half her age at twenty three, I feel her pain and I write it all into my Wal-Mart notebooks with an old pen. But words can never demonstrate the fear I feel when I start to piece her life together.

So hear it is. The story of Nancy Farrel. A story of a bubbly happy girl with a wicked sense of humour and who she turned into....

19 years before

~~Nancy Farrel~~

Twinkies! Do I eat em because they are completely unhealthy and my Dad hates them, or because they taste good. Either way I am so hating them right now. Why oh why did I think a Twinkies eating contest meant I could get away with eating ten and win. I am on my 46th Twinkies and I refuse to give up. Who can afford to feed six random people loads of Twinkies anyway. It's just me and Joe, a boy from my Economies class, left. Joe is looking pale as he gags on his 45th while his friends cheer him on. I on the other hand take it slow and steady, knowingly not eating more than needed to win.

The entire boys student body is cheering me on as I begin to shove in one yellow log after another, a smug look pasted on my face and my insides churning in utter sickness. The girls linger in the hallways, watching me with horror as I continue to swallow and gag. I knew the boys would have been utterly shocked, seeing a girl do something like this but I wasn't a girl...I was Nancy. Nancy Farrel the awesome 17 year old punk who lost her hot mother two years ago and lives with her old man. That's me....

I had other talents besides eating Twinkies. I'm an artist. Musically and artistically. I sing, I dance, I draw...,I can also drink about three pints of Coke while breaking rules and eating sticky yellow logs coincidentally.

"Oh my god is she going to drink that entire bottle"

"No you idiot...I'm going to share it with my boy joey, over here" I grinned back as I pulled out two bottles of cola from under the desk we had stolen from social studies. Joey was looking scared as I challenged him into drinking the bottle of cola, one and half sweet pints of fizzy cola. Oh yes.

"And the winner is NANCY!" shout Carson, my best friend, as I chug the sweet nectar down, clearing my throat of the gooey vanilla cream. Sponge cakes are getting kicked of our weekly shopping list. Dad won't mind. He's a health nut.

Carson ran over to Me and Joe and grabbed the bottle of Cola left sitting on he table before taking a long gulp.

"Sorry, I was thirsty...It's a hot day" He chuckled, before dragging me away from the cheering boys and an amused but pale Joey.