Babydoll//t.w

4.home alone

🔺🔸🔻🔹Home Alone

I enter the kitchen and pick up a skillet. I pour a little oil in after cranking up the heat. I mix a splash of half and half with two eggs, whip them,and then pour it in the pan. After seasoning it, the eggs are done and I eat them quickly.

"What to watch?" I ask aloud turning on the TV.

"20 days until Thanksgiving" the TV news anchorman announces giving me some context to what would play around this time of year.

I decide to turn on Disney channel and watch show after show not even bothering to get up. I flip to the news and my blood runs cold.

"30 year old Sarah Rae was charged with Child Abuse, Child Endangerment, and the murder of eight children. The one thing she was not charged with was identify fraud posing as the ninth person she killed, her own sister, Amanda. Sentenced to life with no chance of ever getting out, her last statement consisted of 'MOE, MOE IS THE ONE TO BLAME'. Sarah's daughter, has been taken into custody and safety of one of our town's safest homes. The sheriff made a statement after she was charged" my heart accelerates as the sheriff begins to speak.

"It brings me great pleasure putting away another abuser. The owner of Moe's Animal Emporium was also arrested and charged for being an accomplice to many cases of child abuse. He will no longer own that business. I am proud to say that I protected another child from future child abuse. Thank you" he is very brief.

"As a town, we are proud to have Stilinski as our Sheriff. Onto other topics..." . I turn off the TV and the sheriff along with Melissa enters. I hug them both and smile feeling the weight lift off my chest.

"Come on, we are going out to dinner" Melissa drags me upstairs to get changed.

I pull on a pair of jeans with a black halter top and booties, they are thankful that I tried to look nice with what I had. We arrive and sit down at a large table. Everyone orders and the waiter looks at me.

"I'll have a water" I sheepishly reply.

"With lemon" he asks and I nod.

Everyone gets into conversation and I skim the menu. Everything looks good but I can't eat. Food doesn't taste right honestly.

"What would you like to eat Miss" the waiter asks.

"Salad plain, no dressing or chicken" I pass back the menu.

"We only have Caesar" he pouts and tries to encourage the choice.

"Please put the Caesar and chicken on the side" I ask politely.

He nods and I sip my water lost in thought. He brings it out and I thank him not even touching the food.

"Are you gonna eat?" Allison whispers breaking me from my dissociative state.

"Not really hungry" I poke the fork around the bowl.

"What? Do you have an eating disorder?" Lydia asks the dreaded question.

I nod and she sighs grabbing my hand. We enter the bathroom and she freshens up her lipstick.

"I do not condone self harm, but I know what it's like to hate yourself. Use the last stall if you need to relieve your stress" She plays with her hair in the mirror trying to figure out it's best positioning.

"Thanks" I shoot her a small smile.

I open the door and tear open the skin repeatedly until both arms are bleeding slowly. I rinse them in the sink and rebandage my wrists. Lydia is gone and I decide to slip back in the stall to roll up a joint.

"Nicole? Are you okay?"

"Yeah just got a little sick" I lie with ease.

We then go sit down and covers my eyes.

"Happy birthday" everyone surprises me.

"Really?" I giggle covering my mouth in awe.

"Yeah, we wanted to buy you something but we kinda don't know what you like so here" There is a junkyard bike that I could fix up propped in front of me.

"Thank you" I hug Melissa overwhelmed with emotion.