Hi everyone! This is a series fic; not sure how long it will be, let's see. I don't have a computer at the moment so I can't make no guarantees as to when new chapters will be up, but I promise to try my hardest to make them regular. Anyway, please review, they make me feel loved, and I hope you enjoy! Xo
She told herself that it was the drugs that made her do this, and then when they weren't an excuse anymore, when she hadn't touched any in days, it was stress; it was nerves. She'd used every excuse in the book and then some, always a new reason that this wasn't a disorder: it was just that day, that reason.
"Liv and I had a fight"
"I broke up with (boyfriend of the week) last night; I should have known I'd be too upset to eat"
"I drank too much"
"I'm just stressed for exams; there's really no problem, I'm perfectly fine"
Her friends seemed fine with her excuses, probably less for the reason that they understood and more for the reason that they weren't really her friends; they just pretended to be and it suited Mini fine.
Except for Franky.
Franky must have either been her only true friend or a guardian angel, maybe both; either way she always seemed to be there, rubbing Mini's back as she sat on her knees with her head in a toilet, coughing and trying to come up with yet another excuse. Mini wondered if she'd always known she was this pathetic, or if it took meeting someone as perfect as Franky to realise it. She thought it might be good for her to really think about it, explore the idea, but she prefers not to think about the way she was before her angel cam to save her; the heart beating in her chest had been about as pretty as the contents of the ceramic bowl before her.
The urge to cry suddenly pressed itself onto her but she held the tears back, sniffling sadly like a small child as Franky cleaned her up, tried to get her presentable to take her home.
"Mini…" Oh god, here we go again.
"Mini I'm worried about you, this... it isn't right. You shouldn't feel the need to do this to yourself. You're beautiful as you are, really beautiful". Big brown eyes stared at her kindly, Franky rubbing her arms soothingly, trying to be there for her. Then she looked in the mirror and any sense of hope and security shattered.
It was distorted; not a real mirror of course, this wasn't a high end type of place, instead it was just shiny metal, the type you had to be centimetres away from in order to see yourself with any type of clarity, that didn't matter to Mini however.
Mini saw streaky mascara running down her face from earlier, blotchy cheeks and a terrible overbite. Continuing her scrutiny she added raggedy hair and fishbowl eyes to the list of things she didn't like, looked again and added a double chin and copious amounts of baby fat to the list. Countless other things caught her eye; the big hickey the last boyfriend had left, I scar on her right index finger and some cellulite on the backs of her thighs. Chipped nail polish, too-skinny ankles and ugly feet also made the list, just after flabby arms and man-hands.
She was a complete fucking mess, and Franky was, while perfect and lovely, a complete, flat-out, bullshitting liar.
Mini pulled herself up, ignoring the way her body protested movement; it's been overworked and under fed for too long and she knows it, but there are no other options for her, you need to make sacrifices sometimes, and this was one of those times.
Franky stared at her in frustration, balling her hands into little fist and rising with her. "Mini, this isn't healthy; throwing up everything you eat. You're sick! Why can't you see it? Just let me help you."
Using her most derisive tone, Mini turned and examined herself in the not-mirror, "Franky… honestly what would you know? I can't expect someone like you to understand something like this" and with that she turned and walked out the door, trying not to picture the look on Franky's face as she hurt her once again, leaving her on the floor of the manky bathroom, alone once again.