Inseparable

• Chapter 7 •

• Faith •

As soon as she leaves, I flop down on my bed, slipping on my headphones. I know she can take care of herself, but that doesn't stop me from worrying.

Right as I was about to click on a song, I hear my mothers voice call me downstairs. I immediately tug off my headphones and rush downstairs, not wanting to aggravate her anymore. As soon as I step into the dining room, I see dinner laid out and I remember that I haven't had any dinner yet. A growl from my stomach confirms the fact.

"Where's Hope?" My mom asks sharply.

"She was tired so she went to bed early." I lie, knowing my mom would throw a fit and call the police department if she knew that Hope had left. I love her, but you can never fully tell what she will do when she's in these moods.

"She stays up too late, I told you. She needs to be more responsible." My mom tells my dad. I bite my tongue and sit down at the table, looking at all the food, grilled chicken with salad and potatoes.

"Okay let's eat." My dad sighs.

He probably did that to make my mom shut up by putting something in her mouth. As soon as the thought crosses my mind, I drop my fork and cover my mouth with my hand to stop a chuckle that would have come out. Both my parents turn to look at me curiously, oh shit

"Are you okay?" My mother asks me, looking concerned.

"Yeah, I just, a piece of lettuce got caught in my throat." I lie, but mentally face palm as I look down and see I have an empty plate. My parents take note of this fact too.

"Are you sure? Because you know how I hate it when people lie to me." My mother threatens.

"Yeah I picked one up and ate it, cause I was hungry and dad was scooping, and I choked. Nothing big." I shrug, trying go cover up my lie.

"Okay." My dad says, knowing I lied but either doesn't want to fight it, or doesn't have enough proof.

The rest of dinner is held in an awkward silence. None of us liking the silence, but none of us knowing how to break it.

I push my food around on my plate, eating a little of it and then spreading it out so it looks like I ate more. I can see my mom looking at me weird, but she doesn't question it.

"May I please be excused?" I ask randomly, tired of pushing around my food and sitting awkwardly.

"But you-" my mom starts to protest, bit my dad interrupts her before she can finish.

"Yes that's fine, go." And I waste no time in taking my plate to the kitchen, and scraping off all that remains in the garbage.

With a sigh I go back up to my room and with a groan remember that I still haven't done my homework.

I look at the blank math sheet in front of me, remembering why I didn't finish it in the first place. Why can't I just be normal, why can't I just be comfortable with me? I sigh, looking in the mirror that I was looking at myself I just yesterday.

/Fat/

Ugly

Useless

Unloved

You'll never be good enough

The words didn't even sound like my own, they sounded more like if someone whispered them in my ear. I suddenly felt the presence of someone else in the room, looking, staring at me.

I whirl around, but the door was still shut securely behind me. The presence didn't leave though, if anything it got stronger and stronger, like a hand closing around my throat. I wanted to scream but I couldn't get any air into my lungs. I look around frantically, looking for something that I could use, for what I don't know, but I need to do something. Suddenly something wet falls into my hand and as I look down I realize it's a tear. I raise a hand to my face and it's hot and damp.