Stay Still

**THIS STORY MAY BE TRIGGERING TO: DRUG ABUSE / SELF HARM / EATING DISORDERS!**
I remember when I was still alive.
When I was normal.
When I was good enough.
But that was awhile ago. Now I’m just this thing. This monster. Who know’s how far I’ll go, but then again, no one even cares.



Tiffany is a fifteen year old girl obsessed with her weight. All she thinks about is the last thing she ate and how soon she will purge it all up.
She knows she has a problem, but denies it all.


Soon her older brother Brad gets discharged out of rehab. He enters her into a new world she's been dying to experience.

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4. No One Could Ever Love Me

 

 

I followed him into Brad’s lair, he has a key. Is there some relationship going on between them? Because if there is, I’d be very upset that I wouldn’t have a chance to get with him. I don’t sleep around. But I’d do anything for him.

 

 

Who am I kidding? I’m too fat for anyone to love.

 

T O O F A T.

 

 

The air was filled with smoke, I barely could trace out Brad’s silhouette. A light scent of whiskey and knock off perfume filled the air.

 

“Floyd! What the hell man!? Why’d you bring her in here?” Brad yelled. A little tipsy.

 

 

“Uh, well. She can join the fun, can’t she? I mean it is a pretty lame party in this joint.”

 

 

Maybe he actually wants me.

No he doesn’t

N O H E D O E S N T.

 

 

 

I felt awkward, I held my left wrist I caressed my bones, going down to my fingers. I let out a little unwanted smile so no one would question why I was being weird.

 

 

“Stone, get out here! Check this chick out.” Brad yelled waving for someone to come this way. I saw no one. All I saw was smoke. And Floyd’s beautiful face.

 

 

 

I was expecting a huge guy to come out with tattoos covering his body and piercings all down his left ear. I’m not that stereotypical.

 

 

 

But then came out a beautiful short haired blonde. Wearing one of my brother’s Pantera shirts big enough to cover right where her pantie line was revealed. I could already tell she she was quite perky, as she spun around in the air moving the smoke around now replacing the trail of clear air she skipped through. A tattoo was placed on her hip. I’ve never have viewed a girl this gorgeous. 

 

 

 

I already knew I wasn’t 100% straight, but none of the girls I’ve met before were good enough. But let me tell you, she was. 

 

 

 

Why are all these attractive people in my house? Thank you Brad. 

 

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