Eat!

3 ~ Fresh Meat

Hey guys! this chapter is just a filler, but the next is going to be in Sams POV so its going to be MAJOR;)

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Alice

I spent my morning with my hands on cold porcelain, emptying my stomachs contents into the toilet bowl.

I retched again, leaning against the side in defeat. My insides ached like they’d just passed through a paper shredder, and my head reeled. Imagine my shock when I weighed myself only to find out I had put on a whole two pounds. How did that happen? I shut my eyes and went through what I had eaten yesterday:

Half a packet of carrot sticks, a handful of dried nuts, some water and…a yoghurt with chocolate in it. I let out a sob, climbing up onto the toilet seat and resting my head in my hands. Why couldn’t I control my eating? What was wrong with me?

Really, I just felt awful.

I stumbled into my bedroom, swiping the tears from my eyes but not daring to look in the mirror. I threw on two t-shirts and a hoodie in hope that it would conceal the weight I had put on in a day. A day. How had I put two whole pounds on in a day? I couldn’t wrap my head around it…

I hauled my rucksack onto my shoulders and plodded down the stairs. I was about to leave when I heard light snores coming from the direction of the couch.

“Mom?” I said incredulously. She hadn’t gone to bed last night, it seemed. She only really half on the couch, still wearing her ‘Wal-Mart’ work clothes. I prodded her lightly, and she sort of mewed a bit like a cat. I sniggered just as she opened her eyes.

“Darling?” She mumbled, still wiping her eyes of sleepy dust. “Did you-,”

“Yes.” I interrupted, sounding unintentionally rude. “I did have breakfast.”

“Of course you did…such a good girl…” She murmured, before curling into a tight ball and continuing her daily nap, her light snores starting up much louder than before. I kissed her head and unclicked the door.

I could get the school bus now, if I got up earlier. I had to totally re-write my morning schedule though, which was annoying. But it did mean I didn’t have to rely on my mom for lifts which she couldn’t give. She worked so hard, so she needed her rest. I honestly couldn’t blame her for sleeping so much during the day.

Eventually the big yellow bus pulled up at my house. I heard the soft chugging of the engine, and the gentle whoosh as the doors opened.

A forty year old female with bright red hair and black leather that clung to her skin in a provocative manner seemed weird, but that happened to be the bus driver. She raised her eyebrows and slowed the chewing of her gum to check me over.

“Forget breakfast sweetheart…for like, ten years?” She asked, shaking her head and gesturing for me to come on.

Great, even the bus driver knew how fat I was. What a brilliant start.

I commenced the walk of shame down the bus, face growing beetroot red when the whispers started up. I heard fat a couple of times, too, so I wrapped my arms around my body in an attempt to cover up as much as I could.

And where did I sit?

Obviously not at the back, I was being scowled at from here. I darted my eyes left to right, but people spontaneously acted like their bags also needed seats. I continued down, when person after person denied me a place to sit.

This was so embarrassing.

That need to run into a corner and hide took over me again, bringing tears to my eyes. I sniffled silently, trying to attract too much attention. What it I couldn’t sit anywhere? What if-,