I'm Scared, it'll hurt

Part One: Alice

Part One: Alice

I'm Alice.
When people look at me, they don't see anything special.
Even I don't see anything special.
I live in a house I don't pay for and work a job I don't enjoy.
I spend most of my free time playing games and obsessing over what I eat.
Yeah, you read that right.
Because I'm also Alice the anorexic, because apparently of all the things I deserve, which is very few, a title is one.
Sometimes in my freetime I write music, I play the piano and sing, I'm not very good at it, but it passes time.
And that's all life is, right?
Passing time.
You're born, you grow up, stepping right where your elders tell you to step, you fill your head with useless facts and stumble your way through school, sometimes you have some fun, and somethimes someone doesn't make it through.
You reach adulthood where people begin to watch you, waiting for you to latch onto someone else, you spit out kids and all of a sudden you are the elders, planting out a path for those below you.
So here I sat, the nineteen year old who had never even been kissed because she dared not let anyone touch her skin.
My fingers running along the keys of the piano, filling the air with a song only I would ever hear.
In half an hour I would be getting a call on skype, and we would go play League of Legends.
It was a game I enjoyed, I liked Sona, she reminded me of myself, except I speak, and she doesn't.
I guess I should get ready for that.
I stood and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a carrot and cutting it into peices, putting it into a small plate, I also grabbed a glass of water.
In the study room my computer was already turned on, no doubt I'd turned the computer on that morning, knowing I'd need it.
My headset, for some reason, was tucked into a draw.
I only just had it on my head when skype started ringing.
'Allllliiiiiiiiceeee,' drawled Cheyne, his tone amused.
'You called a minute early,' I say, opening up League of Legends.
Cheyne laughed, 'I'll remember that next time,' he replies, 'why don't you have the game open already.'
'Because you called a minute early,' I reply.
'Mind if Brandon joins us?'
'I don't mind,' I say, I really don't mind Brandon.

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The next day after work I collapse into bed straight away.
I've had 200 calories today, and I'm hoping I can stay under 400 for the day.
After my nap I'm starving and could eat my way through the contents of my fridge easily.
But I don't.
Instead I sit at my piano, who I have lovingly named Sona.
My father bought her for me when I moved into this house seven months ago.
It was seven months ago that I met Cheyne, we had a match together on League of Legends then he asked if we could do another match together.
Eventually it became a thing, we have matches at least once a week now.
Sometimes his friends join, and I've gotten to know quite a few of them.
Father didn't visit very often, he said he wanted to leave me to my space, let me grow on my own as a person.