New story :] Now called "Don't Forget Me"

[Left Phalange]

I decided I would start a new story to make myself ridiculously cool..I'd love to know what you think and if I should continue.

I'm not sure why the beginning bit is in bold..it won't go away =P


Chapter One



As the rest of my family tucked into their sausages and chips on the sofa, I remained at the dining room table across the room, pushing my food around the plate and willing my brother to focus on the television rather than what was on my fork. After what felt like a lifetime, he diverted his eyes to the screen, where my parents’ eyes were also glued. Quickly, I slipped a small handful of chips into my pocket and pushed the rest around my plate again.


Slowly I cut up both of my sausages in half. In half again. And again. I kept cutting them up until each piece was smaller and thinner than a pound coin. These were easier to hide. I dropped them down my sleeves and dropped some more chips onto the floor, complaining about how I couldn’t eat them now and left the room with my plate to scrape the rest of the food into the bin.

This is getting far too easy, I thought. Or that’s what my head told me, I don’t know. It was getting harder and harder to decipher what were my thoughts and what were the thoughts of the voice.


Upstairs, I snuck into the bathroom and carefully took the food out of my pockets, holding my breath as not to be tempted, whilst wrapping the food in tissue and dropping it in to the water. Pulling the lever, I washed my hands three times to make sure every calorie had been washed away with the water and checked the toilet to make sure every scrap had disappeared.

I smiled to myself as I watched the clear water ripple, then stood there for a few more minutes so no evidence of my illness came back. Once I was satisfied that it was all gone, I tip-toed across the landing into my parents room and quietly searched through the drawers under their bed to reveal the scales they had so ‘cleverly’ hid from me. Removing them, I went back into my room and locked the door behind me, putting the scales in the middle of the floor and removing the many layers of clothing keeping me warm for the day. Stepping on, I willed the numbers would have gone down from the last time I had weighed myself, two hours before. Inevitably it had not, but my mood was still good from the fact I had lost 1lb since the day before.

Better than nothing, I had said to myself. But not as good as 2lbs, my head had rudely answered back. I’ll lose 2lbs for tomorrow, I thought to myself and set about my hidden exercise videos after I had returned the scales to their original place. Turning the volume right down so I could scarcely hear it, I put on the 45-minute workout and began to work up a sweat. After about half an hour, the fast I had been on for the past three days began to catch up with me; my breath was hard to catch and I saw little black spots in my line of vision. Keep going. I kept going. Work harder. I worked harder.

After what felt like a lifetime, the video ended and I moved towards the TV to switch it off. Hiding the video under my bed beneath a pile of clothing that no longer fitted, I got a glass of water from the tap in the bathroom and switched on the shower. Even though I was still sweating, goose bumps were noticeable on my arms and I turned the temperature on the shower up until steam filled the entire bathroom. Jumping in, the scald felt good against my icy skin and I spent much longer in there than originally planned. Eventually, my mother started banging on the door, shouting my name and asking if I was all right. I awoke from my daydream and switched off the shower, wrapping my towel around me and gathering up my clothes.

“Just a minute,” I called to my mother who was impatiently tapping her foot outside. She can wait. I turned to the sink and took my toothbrush out of the cup on the side. I heard her walk away and I began slowly brushing my teeth, taking as much time as I could, making sure I was thorough. It was very rare I wasn’t under the watchful eye of my parents, it surprised me they hadn’t disabled the lock in my bedroom. Perhaps their parenting books had told them I needed my privacy. Suited me just fine.

I finished brushing my teeth and looked in the mirror, scrutinising every single part of my face. The imperfections screamed at me to fix them. The bags under my eyes showed the sleepless nights I had suffered. I continued to stare at my own worst enemy in her self-destructive state and slowly the black dots I had seen after my workout reappeared. I tried to ignore them, but they quickly doubled in size, then again. I became light headed and I grabbed onto the sink for support, but my thin, brittle fingers easily slipped away and the floor came rushing up to meet me.

[Left Phalange]

Damn..no one? =P
That's mighty lonely XD

[PaperClip]

tis good huni - would love to see more!!!

[Crayon,]

Quote:

Originally Posted by PaperClip

'Tis good hunny; would love to see more!!!

^ *seconds*

sorry paper clip had to fix spelling :)

[iStarbucks]

I loveee this :D xxxx

[crazykat]

Wow I have only just seen this but I love it

[rusynchick]

This is very good. I would love to see more. I particularly like the style this is written in. More please!

[Solstice]

Please write more! This was amazing.

[espoir]

oooooo please right more =) xxx

[PaperClip]

bumpppppp x x

[Left Phalange]

Thanks, kids :3
I'll be writing some more tonight and tomorrow so hopefully I'll get some on here on either tomorrow or Monday..I've been very busy, so XD
Hehe.

[Wonderful.]

Ooooo I love this! =D *Sits impatiently*

[Wonderful.]

Bumppppp!

[Left Phalange]

DAMN IT.
You impatient kids are going to have to wait another day or two =P
A load of stuff has come up which makes poor Nic very busy.

But I'll write some more :]

[Left Phalange]

Actually, things weren't quite as bad as I thought :]
Here's the next installment:


Chapter Two


“Keira?” I heard my mother’s voice repeating my name as her face slowly swam into focus. I blinked a few times before I could properly see her staring down at me with tears in her eyes and her hand tightly wrapped around mine, then closed my eyes again. “I thought we’d lost you there,” she said, squeezing my hand. “But we’re going to get you the help you need now.”

That last sentence made my eyes snap open and I recognised the sound of an ambulance siren in the distance, several roads away from me. It’s coming for you. I snatched my hand back, tried to sit up, but my mother hushed me and pushed me gently to the position I was in to begin with. Gently, but with a reasonable amount of force, she held me there. I was too weak; too tired to fight back, so I stayed there without more fuss. After she realised I wouldn’t try to move, she lifted my arm and ran her fingers along it, stroking the scars and cuts; some a few weeks old; others, just a few hours. I flinched and tried to pull away from her, but she tightened her grip and tried to soothe me with her words. “I’m sorry I never noticed before. I’m sorry I didn’t realise you needed help.” I opened my mouth to protest against my ‘needs’, but she continued, “We’re going to get you what you need now, don’t worry. How long has this been going on?”

I wasn’t going to answer, but before I even had a chance, the doorbell rang. My mother shot down the stairs to answer it and in her absence, I could slowly feel my eyes closing again. I couldn’t force them open again, so I just listened to the voices around me instead. A paramedic asked my mother what my name was. Keira. Just Keira. Don’t forget me. Keira. Keira. He kept repeating my name, told me his was John. I tried to answer. My throat was dry. Tell them you’re fine. You’re okay. They don’t have to be here. Keira. I’m okay. Don’t worry about me. I couldn’t say it out loud. My eyes flickered and I tried to sit up again. John didn’t stop me, but slowed me down and eased my into an upright position. “Easy,” he said.

Then he beckoned a woman paramedic to my side and they both gently lifted me up and placed me in a wheelchair. The woman looked at me and smiled sympathetically. Her name was Becky, she told me. They wheeled me across my landing to the top of the stairs, John taking the front of the wheelchair, Becky clutching the handles. Stair by stair, they lowered me to the hallway and swiftly moved me through the living room to the front door and the ambulance outside. They could be helping more important people. You’re not worth this fuss. They lifted me into the back of the ambulance and Becky turned back to my mother.

“Would you like to come in the ambulance with your daughter? There’s space for one more person.”

I closed my eyes safe in the knowledge my mother would be with me, after what she said in the bathroom, she wouldn’t leave me. I didn’t want to admit it, but even at seventeen years old, I still needed my mum. There was a pause before she answered. I didn’t like the pause and slowly opened one of my eyes to find my mother still stood outside, arms crossed with a slight scowl on her face.

“No thank you. That’s not my daughter,” she replied bitterly. “Someone took over my daughter years ago.” And with that, she walked back into the house and closed the front door. Becky turned round to face me and slowly shut the ambulance door behind her. Told me it was okay and we drove off to the hospital.

[rusynchick]

I likey. This is reaaly good, I can't wait for more.

[espoir]

huggs ^ same its realy good hunny xxxxxxxxxx

[Intaytia]

wow i've just read both parts - its really good!
I want to read more! NOW! =D

[Wonderful.]

Oh my.... Nic you are well awesome.

I can't wait to read more! =D

[PaperClip]

you can't leave is like that - this is amazing - like WOW!!

teaghanbea - i apologise for my earlier spelling mistake!! lol