Daniel's Point of View
I stopped my motorcycle on the side of the road. I was speechless, how could I have not seen this. God that is why she wears oversized sweaters.
"Hello Danny? You still there?" Cal asks.
"Ya, how do you know for sure?" I ask hoping he got it wrong.
"Well I looked over at her plate and nothing was touched and then I looked at her and noticed how frail she was and how her face sank in like she was starved for 10 years," he says.
" God I need to get home,'' I reply.
"You can't I'll take care of her. I swear," he says.
I know Cal and he never promises something he can't handle. I sign, I hope he is right.
"Fine," I say.
"Bye,'' he says.
I hang up and head on over to Beaconsfield.
Thyme's Point of View
Great Calum knows. He used my full name not my nickname. He probably called Daniel and told him. Next he'll probably tell Michael and they will all treat me differently. Oh my god what am I going to do. I don't want their pity. What if they interrogate me that would be bad. while I am thinking of all the possibilities I feel someone poke my shoulder. I turn around and see Mic. I don't really talk to him much.
"Are you feeling well you haven't eaten anything?" he asks.
"Um ya I uh lost my appetite when my father walked in," I lie.
"Ok well I paid. So uh lets go," he said.
We got up and walked outside to be greeted by Cal. He looks at me and looks at the floor. He knows, this is going to be harder than I thought.
"He Thyme what do u want to do today?" Mic asked.
"Um I don't really care what we do,'' I replied.
"Cal lets go to the beach ya?" Mic asked.
"Mkay lets go to the store and then Thyme's house," he said.
We drove to the supermarket and got some food. But we were told not to come back because Mic and Cal were fighting over which soda we should get and sprayed the soda at each other.
At my house Mic offered to come with me inside. We went upstair and I told him to stay outside. When I got changed I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed.
"If Mic doesn't know I'm anorexic yet he will find out at the beach," I mumbled to myself.
I am a size 0, weight 95 pounds, I am 17, I am 5'3, and the doctors say I have mild anorexia but if I continue to be this way it will be worse. I'm not bone thin, I am just skinny.
When I stepped outside and look at the ground. I am wearing my black bikini. I have shorts and a tank top on over it, they are also black.
"Come on lets go," he said.
When we reach the beach Mic goes sprinting toward the water but I stay as close to the sand as possible.
"Ty what's wrong do you not like the beach?" Cal asked.
"Um not really," I reply.
"What happened?'' he asked.
"When I was little, like 5 or so, I went to close to the water and turned my back and a wave came and hit me and dragged me to the open sea. I was screaming and crying and then blacked out. When I woke up I was in a hospital bed and alive. That is why I am afraid,'' I replied.
He looked down and opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.
"Ty I know about your anorexia and I just want to know why?'' he said calmly.
"Well uh umm my friend and I were inseparable and we spent every lunch together but when we came back from summer I went to lunch and didn't see her. She left me. I didn't know anybody and I was shy so I went to the library but there is no food allowed in there so I threw away my lunch. And I did that every day. I thought if I don't need lunch then maybe I don't need breakfast or dinner either. So I tried to see how long I could last without eating. I was hungry at first but I ignored it and didn't eat. I wanted to stop but I couldn't. I just wasn't hungry and I just couldn't stop. You have to believe me I wanted to stop I just couldn't,'' I said while crying. ( sorry i had to use this i just love Red Band Society)
"Shussssh Ty it's alright believe me I will get you help," he said.
"I don't need help I am not some sick puppy who needs 'help' I can do it on my own. This my life I don't need you to judge me or help me,'' I screamed and that is when I really blow up.
I ran back to the car and looked around and saw Cal and Mic running towards me. I opened the car and sat in the back and let my music blare through the earphones.
Calum's Point of View
God I messed up. Danny is going to beat me to a pulp. I guess its time to tell Mic.
"What did you do Cal? You know Danny is going to kill you if he finds out you made Ty cry," he said.
"Mic I have to tell you something but you have to keep it to yourself and not tell Danny," I said.
"Ugh fine. I promise,'' he replied.
"Thyme has anorexia and I told her I will help her and she totally blew up," I said.
He looked so confused and then he looked sad. He just stared.
"Lets go see if Thyme will open the car," he said shoving past me.
I knew Mic took this to heart because he suffered with self harming and took a turn for the worse until Danny and I walked in on him putting the razor to his arm.
We walked over to the car to find it unlocked with a sleeping Thyme with a tear stained face. But Danny had his arms protectively wrapped around her. When he looked up he looked really mad.
"Oh were gonna get it," Mic whispered.
"What happened? Care to explain why she is crying and why the car is locked," he said in a loud whisper.
Thyme started to stir in her sleep.
"I tried to confront Thyme about her anorexia and and she told me how she got it and I told her I will get her help and she flipped out,'' I said.
"How did she get the disorder?" he asked.
"That is for her to tell you," I replied
"Why are you here anyways? Don't you have the work thing?'' Mic asked.
" It got cut short. Now lets go home," he replied.
It was a quiet ride back home. Once in a while you would hear Mic start snoring but Danny hit him every time so he stopped.
Once we got home Thyme woke up and sent me a glare.
"Thyme come on I didn't mean it like that," I begged.
"I told you why I have anorexia and you treat me like some mental patient. I obviously am not a mental patient," she screamed.
Danny came running out of the house and grabbed Thyme before she lunged at me. She was basically steaming like a kettle.
"Dude she was ready to kill you," Mic said.
"I hope she doesn't always hate me," I said sighing.
Thyme's Point of View
God I can't believe he would treat me like that.
"Thyme, I need you to tell me why you have anorexia," Danny said.
"My friend and I were best friends and we spent every lunch together but when we came back from summer I went to lunch and didn't see her. She left me. I didn't know anybody and I was shy so I went to the library but there is no food allowed in there so I threw away my lunch. And I did that every day. I thought if I don't need lunch then maybe I don't need breakfast or dinner either. So I tried to see how long I could last without eating. I was hungry at first but I ignored it and didn't eat. I wanted to stop but I couldn't. I just wasn't hungry and I just couldn't stop. You have to believe me I wanted to stop I just couldn't,'' I said feeling like a broken record.
The look on his face nearly killed me. He looked like his heart had been shattered and crumbled as he touched them.
"Thyme you need to forgive Cal he was only trying to help you and I know this is a sensitive topic. But he was trying to help you," he said calmly.
I nodded my head and walked up and hugged him. He was hold me as delicately as he could. But I held him as if my life depended on it. I let go and walked out to the car.
When I got there I saw Cal sitting on the ground with his head in his hands.
"Uh Cal? I am sorry I was a brat to you early today," I said.
His head shot up and he looked at me. He got up and ran over to me and suffocated me in a hug.
"Thyme I am so so so so sorry I never meant to hurt you feelings like that," he said while sobbing.
"It's ok I forgive you. I just want to tell you I never hated you. You are like my best friend and I love you," I said.
"I love you too Thyme," he said.
Daniel's Point of View
I went outside to see if Thyme went to apologize but instead I hear her telling him she loves him. My heart breaks in half. But then it breaks even more when I hear Cal, my best freaking mate, say it back. I storm back in the house and slam the door.