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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1. Same Shit, Different Day.

 

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!” my mom yelled, and yelled,

        and yelled.

 

Same old, same old. Same shit, different day, many put it as. 

“Tiffany! We are going to be late! Get down here, right now!” 

Lovely taste of my mother for you aye, well it doesn’t get much better than that. She yells and yells and yells. That’s all she does. If I do anything, anything at all, she finds a reason to yell at me. So I’ve decided to basically live under my own rules, under anyone else’s roof but her’s, and do whatever pleases me most. 

I slowly walk down the stairs. 

Step

by

step

by 

step.

The wood creaks each time I put my foot down. The screeching noise, reminding me how bigger I am getting every single day. But soon enough all of it will be gone, all the massiveness of Tiffany Lynn Lewis will disappear. 

S

L

O

W

L

Y.

 

3:00 PM

I meet my mom outside, she’s wearing her long trench coat that she wears only when she goes to work. I would explain what she does and cool stories she’s told me like many kids, but my mom’s not like that. My mom keeps everything a secret. I have no idea where she goes from 8 AM to late at night. Sometimes she comes home normal, her usual pissyness, however other times she comes home totally messed up. Whether it’s drug, alcohol, or life I have no idea. It’s fine though because leaving her alone, gives me more time to turn into a beautiful butterfly. 

 

I open the passenger door and sit inside our old rusty truck. I’m not sure where we’re going. However I’m not going to ask either, not going to speak, I’m going to 

 

S T A Y S T I L L

always.

 

“We’re going to pick up your brother” she says under her after the door slammed closed. 

Brad? He’s getting discharged? 

I love Brad. I forgot everything about him though. I haven’t see him since I was 7, he was 11. Then everything went bad, he scared me, mom scared me, it all scared me.

“How could we just out of the blue pick him up though?” I accidentally broke my silence rule. 

She looked shocked I even said anything.

“He’s been doing really good, he’s recovered very well.” 

 

How could he be doing so well? Saying that makes me sound like a bitch, but, let’s get realistic here. This boy has been doing drugs since 6th grade. Every kind of drug out there, he can get his hands on anything. 

It’s surprising what you can get in a small Michigan town. I’m sure you’re wondering if I’m a druggie as well, on the edge of your seat trying to figure out what in God’s name is wrong with me. Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.  I’m 

F I N E.

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