Hidden Beneath Her Disorder

Chapter One

I set the weights down after the last rep. Feeling the familiar burn in my arms, I take a sip of water from my favorite gray water bottle. I look around to see that the amount of people here has increased. Usually when I get to the gym, there's only maybe 5 people, but most of the time, less. Now that time has passed, there are more people.

I check the time on the wall, slight panic forming in the pit of my stomach as I count the minutes I've wasted thinking about how many people are here. I turn around and put the weights away. The burning sensation of my arms increase as I feel myself walking towards the hooks. I mentally curse at my subconscious who tells me I didn't lift enough, I should be in more pain. I deserve the pain.

The walk home is short. It's the same routine. I cross the main road, walk past the two white houses, the old greenish-grey worn down house that kind of scares me, and then I turn the corner and my house is the second one. It's a little worn down but we moved here not too long ago when my mom switched jobs. She's been nonstop working since dad left. I brush the thought aside as I pull out my key.

"I'm home," I say quietly, to myself. It's only 5am. I try to quietly and quickly take my shoes off and head to my room. As I walk past Jake's room, I see him roll over in his bed. His alarm says 5:02. Jake's logic is that if his alarm is set for 5:05, he can get 5 extra minutes of sleep instead of setting it for 5am and hitting snooze. I shake my head at the memory of him telling me that as I walk to my bedroom and shut the door. I turn on my light to the familiar sight of my bedroom. The light blue walls help my eyes adjust the the lights after walking through a dark house.

I walk over to my dresser to grab some clothes for the day, black leggings and a light gray t-shirt. I'm slightly obsessed with light colors: light gray, light blue, light pink.. light anything.

I grab my shower stuff and head into the bathroom. I hear Jake's alarm go off and him groan. I smile as the familiar sound of him slamming his hand down on the button rings through my ears. I hear almost everything from his room because it's right next to mine, and also the bathroom is on the other side of his room.

I waste no time getting a towel from the cupboard in the bathroom and starting the water. Grabbing my brush from the counter, I take my long, blonde hair out of my pony tail from my workout and run my brush through the few knots in my hair.

Stepping in the shower, I feel the hot water slide down my body like rain drops on a window. I sigh, feeling every tense muscle relax. Just as my thoughts slip, the door bursts open and Jake's voice fills the silence.

"Damn it! I need the shower, Kylie!" His voice roared like our dad's used to. I covered my body since our shower had a glass sliding door and the steaming water hadn't fogged the glass yet.

"You'll have to wait, Jake!" I shouted back.

In a storm, he rushed out of the bathroom and I hurried to finish. I reluctantly turned the water off and climbed out fast, not knowing if Jake was going to barge back in. I slipped through the hallway and past Jake's room, into mine.

"Finally," he muttered as he picked up his usual- jeans and a t-shirt.

I heard him turn the water in as I slid my leggings on. My eyes darted over to the nightstand by my bed that held my alarm clock. Funny how I only use that thing for the time, never for an actual alarm.

The time read 5:30. Jake and I usually leave in 15 minutes. We pick up his best friend on the way since my high school is on the way to their college, West Lake University. I got accepted there and will be joining them next year.

It isn't until I hear Jake banging on my door asking if I'm going to eat breakfast that I realize I've been staring off into space at my alarm clock.

"No," I replied, as I felt my stomach growl. "I just had a breakfast bar before you woke up," I lied.

"Alright, well get your crap and let's go. I'm ready to leave and you're doing God knows what," he rambles.

I run past him, giggling. "What are you talking about? I've been waiting on you, slow poke."

With a death glare, Jake grabs his keys and unlocks his truck. It's a Chevy Silverado. Not the best, but definitely pretty.

I hadn't even gotten my seat belt on before he sped out of the driveway.