~Come on skinny love, just last the year.
Poor a little salt we were never hear.
My, my, my, my, my.
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer~
Being an anorexic is hard, Piper Elizabeth Mclean discovers.
She leans over the sink once more, her messy, tangled brunette hair slightly coated in disgusting puke. Tears are streaming down her face, but not a single sound escapes her dry lips. She tries not to think about the monsters, but somehow they creep around the corners of her thoughts threatening to overpass the rest of the happy, warm, kind thoughts and memories. Her stomach clenches tightly, a coldness passing over her and Piper knows what's coming next. She feels nauseous and knows she will revolt any passing second. Then, after the nausea passes, she abruptly vomits.
She pukes and pukes and pukes.
She shouldn't have tried to eat breakfast.
"You'll never be pretty," the monsters state, humor edged in their tone of voices. "You're worthless, ugly and fat. Fat! You'll never be skinny."
She vomits again, sobs wracking at her body but she ignores the urge to cry. "Keep on puking... keep on throwing everything up. It won't make a difference. All you'll ever be is fat and repulsing." Piper stifles a sob and pushes herself away from the sink. She's been here so many times. Her hand is trembling as she reaches up and turns on the faucet. The metal is cold as she turns it. Warm water sprays down on the puke, carry it with the water down the drain. Piper watches it go, her head titled partially down, oblivious to the smell.
Piper then grabs a bar of soap and begins to clean it, this time disgusted with the throw up. Normally, she uses the toilet, but this time the monsters had caught her by surprise.
"Look in the mirror! Look in the mirror! Look in the mirror!" Piper blinks, not tearing her eyes away from the sink. If she does look up and see her reflection, the monsters will just taunt her more. She turns the handle and grabs a brush. She runs it through her tangled hair, and quickly ties it up in a pony tail. But she doesn't look in the mirror while doing it.
It's tempting to look, she admits to herself. But she shouldn't. She already had revolted once, and didn't want to again.
As she brushes her teeth, she turns off the shower. It presents a loud sound, so loud that no one in the house could hear her doing this.
She spits in the newly cleaned sink. No need for her father to know what's really going on.
Piper had been an anorexic since she turned thirteen. And surprisingly, Her dad never had knew, despite all the red alert signs she normally showed.
~Tell my love to wreck it all, cut out all the ropes and let me fall. "
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my...r
right in the moment this orders tall~
Only one person knows.
Jason Grace.
The only person who gives a damn about her.
A fond memory echoes in her head, filling her with comfort and warmth. "You have to stop this, Pipes. You have to eat, okay?" She winces at his commands, but all she does is nod silently. He stared at her carefully, his blue eyes seemed to be burning in the back of her soul.
Then she frowns. He had been the only one truly there for her. But he didn't love her the way she loved him. He was in love with Reyna, but maybe...
"Spare us, Pipes. Jason would never love you." They say, and she flinches at the words, but Piper knows it's the truth. "You're too fat. Jason could never be seen in public with you." The monsters say the last word like an insult, and she turns toward the door, but not before finally taking a quick glance at the mirror.
Piper prays that the monsters don't criticize her again.
A fat girl is there. She has brown, frizzy hair that never could be suited quite in the right way. Not at all like her friend Hazel's hair, for her hair is always in perfect, dark spirals.
Piper stares at her violet eyes. Her eyes are ugly, too. The pair make her look like an alien sometimes, considering their kelospise eyes and change color on a daily bases. Not at all like her friend Annabeth's intimidating grey ones.
Her body shape is all over the place. Her hips are too wide, breasts look misshapen as well.
And, well she's fat.
Her friend's disagree on that fact, along with her father when she had innocently asked them about it.
Piper knew they were lying.
Only the monsters told her the truth.
Slipping on her black converse, she finally walks out the door and into the hallway. There's many famous artists pictures hanging from the wall, along with statues and other art. A couple of pieces are from one of her friends Rachel Elizabeth Dare, daughter of a billionaire.
"You may be rich, I'll give you that. But that doesn't change the fact that you're a slut. A fat slut." She begins to hum a song under her breath, trying not to listen as the criticism starts. Just in time for the morning, she thinks sarcastically.
"Morning, Pipes." Her father Tristan kisses her forehead when she gets to the bottom of the expensive staircase.
"You're names even ugly! Piper. Pipes. What a disagreeable name." She rolls her eyes at the voices. Of course they would stoop as low to say that negative thing.
"Morning," Piper wants to hug him like she did when she was a child. Wrap her tiny arms around his waist, and allow herself to be carried. Allow herself to hide with her dad, and never face the torments of the world.
But, she was fifteen. Plus, she doubted he could even lift her because she was...fat.
Piper was five foot four, and a hundred pounds. Triple digits weren't good, even when everyone (even Jason) considered her to be underweight by- a lot. She wasn't sure she looked anorexic, even though Piper knew that she was. If she was truly as thin as some of the pictures of anorexic girls she had Googled online, she was sure her dad would notice.
Tristan coughs, and she averts her attention back over to him. "Breakfast is ready."
"Not hungry. Hazel, Leo and I had a feast last night." Tristan grins cheekily at her lie, and tugs on her pony tail.
It was so easy to lie.
"Good, good. I was worried my Pipes wasn't eating." Piper paled, her arms freezing from shock. How could he possibly suspect something when she covered up her tracks as well as she did?
Slowly, cautiously she tries desperately not to make a scene. "Why would you think that?"
"Well... Annabeth came over. Said you weren't eating." His eyes widened at her response.
"That's not true, right Piper? You are eating okay?"
Piper giggles lightly, though there's anger bubbling inside of her. Hot, sharp anger directed at Annabeth.
But she can't mess up on her facade.
She swings on his arm a bit, before stepping off the stairs gently. "Of course I am eating, daddy. It's probably just a misunderstanding- no biggie."
It was a biggie.
She arrives at school, taking her new cherry, red Ferrari.
She's dressed in pre-ripped blue jeans, a black barrette, and a mid-length t-shirt to cover up her chubby arms. As soon as she gets up, she's half running, half storming. She shoves her way through the crowds of people, blinking back hot, humiliated tears.
She thought that Annabeth was her friend. She thought that Annabeth was there for her, too. But, then she stabs Piper in the back by hinting to her father that she's anorexic.
~And I told you to be patient, I told you to be kind.
In the morning I'll be with you... but if will be a different kind.
'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets and you'll be owning the fines~
She's going to kill Annabeth. Cut her into a million, tiny pieces and shove her in a blender. She's going to kill her! Whipping out her phone quickly, she texts Annabeth.
To: Annie
From: Piper
Annabeth, meet me on the steps? I have something important to tell you- Pipes
Glancing up she sees Hazel waving hello to her, Hazel's mocha arm hooked around Leo's. Leo nodded in Piper's direction before laughing along with Hazel again. Piper smiles faintly, her anger fading but only a little bit. She had always thought that they'd make a good couple. But, Hazel was with Frank... she shakes her head dismissing the ridiculous thought. It was none of her business.
INCOMING MESSAGE FROM: ANNIE
Her phone buzzes and she averts her attention down to the brightly lit white screen.
From: Annie
To: Piper
Sure, P. I have something to tell you too.
"I bet you do," Piper hisses. She shoves her phone back into her book bag and continues dodging her way past Goode High School students.
She swings her backpack to the side, half sprinting up the steps anger fueling her quick paced movements. She passes Annabeth's boyfriend Percy Jackson (her friend) on the way up the steps to Goode.
Percy had reminded her of Jason. They were both so... different from the rest of the students here. Powerful, but in a good way. Attractive of course, and unpredictable. Like a hurricane or a lightning storm.
"Well, someone's in a hurry." He comments humorously, his sea green eyes watching her. Then, he notices the anger plastered on her face. He grabs the side of her shoulder gently, because she is so small and fragile. "Hey, what's wrong?"
In the corner of her eye, she sees Annabeth at the top of the steps waiting for her. Her heads tilted as she continues to look for Piper. Her honey blonde curls are down, which is something unusual for her.
Her grey eyes fall upon her and Piper stares up, glaring.
Annabeth's eyes are filled with concern and slight hints of regrets. Then Piper realizes that Annabeth knows that she knows.
Hot rage rushes through her. And she does something mean, something absolutely cruel. She's thinking on instinct and she grabs Percy's shirt collar and tugs him down so there almost the same height.
Then, she captures his lips on hers.
Piper doesn't love Percy, not like that at least. She loves Percy as a brother perhaps, or the way she loves her best friend Leo Valdez- but absolutely not like that.
But nothing matters except to see Annabeth Minerva Chase hurt.
She wraps her arms tightly around his neck, feeling his raven hair in her hands. His lips taste like the sea- salty and unpredictable. And she has to admit, he's a good kisser.
But he's not Jason.
He kisses her back, for maybe a second. Gently and cautiously, like he knows she's made of glass. Maybe Percy's only kissing her back to spare her feelings from getting hurt. She doesn't really know. He kisses her back for a moment, then gently tries to pull away from Piper. She clings to him for a few seconds longer, desperate to make this kiss last. Desperate to see Annabeth feel betrayal the way that she did this morning.
Then Percy shoves her away. Not roughly, but firmly, to show her that he means business. His jaw is set, and his eyes are narrowed. He's angry, but she sees in his green eyes that he's also confused and cautious.
"Why?" He asks in disbelief. I ignore his question and look at the top of Goode's steps.
Annabeth's gone.
He follows my gaze, then turns back to me. This time he's really, truly angry.
"Was Annabeth just there?"
"Percy, let me explain!" She's guilty now, wondering if Annabeth is somewhere crying her eyes out for the man that she loves. Piper's heart twists, an image of Jason kissing Annabeth forming in her head. How would she feel? She would feel heartbroken.
"Save it." He snarls, turning sharply away from her and running up the steps.
It hurts.
Most of the students were already in the building, but the ones that weren't didn't really give a shit about two teenagers kissing on the steps.
If only they knew.
But, there is a person who had watched the entire scene.
Jason Grace.
She slowly meets his wise, blue eyes and feels water beginning to cascade down her cheeks. His eyes don't show jealousy, nor hatred, nor sadness.
They show disappointment.
He holds Piper's gaze as he leans up against a tree, then breaks it. He walks inside the building, leaving Piper alone.
Completely and utterly alone.
She rushes towards the girl's bathroom and into a stall. She's sobbing, letting all the tears come out. Breathing heavily, she wonders if she's starting to hyperventilate.
"Not only are you fat and ugly on the outside, you are on the inside too."
"No." she murmurs, through glassy tears. "I'm a good person."
"What kind of good person kisses her best friend's boyfriend?"
So she threw up into the toilet.
Again and again.
~Come on skinny love what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in the light brassiere.
My, my, my, my, my, my. Sudden low is full so on the split.~
A/N: Okay, so I hoped you guys liked it! I never really written anything like this before, so I really hope that this didn't turn out bad. This is intended to be a three shot, but that all depends on you guys and how much feedback I receive. ;)
IMPORTANT NEW: I have a new poll on my page so if you want to vote on my next Percabeth story, well, go vote!
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