Hey :) I've got no idea where I'm going with this but oh well... I'm thinking of putting an eating disorder into later chapters as it is commonly coupled with depression (in my personal experience and that of many people I've seen online), what do you think?
That morning when Brianna awoke Sam was sitting at her desk, holding a piece of paper covered with his sprawling handwriting. After asking her how she was and giving her time to rouse her tired brain, he made it perfectly clear to her that the questioning wasn't finished. 'What did you do it with?' he asked bluntly, in a tone reminiscent of his twin brother Caine's. He was reading from the paper in his hand, which she now realised was a list of yet more questions that he had compiled. She knew better than to resist and dragged herself out of bed, signalling for him to wait as she made her way over to the drawer and opened it. After rummaging for a few seconds, she found what she was looking for. Gulping, she turned round and spread out her blade collection on the cabin floor. She watched Sam stare in utter disbelief at the sight before him- tiny pins and sharpener blades lay beside massive industrial blades, all sorts of kitchen tools, shards of glass and even a tiny red lighter. Then his eyes came to rest upon the pride of her collection- the gleaming machete saved only for the worst type of mental pain. 'Breeze...' he whispered, 'This is... This is awful.'
'I know.' she tried to act impartial, but she was fighting back tears. No. She was not going to cry.
'How long have you been doing this?' Sam returned to the questions, understanding that she did not really feel up to elaborating.
'Since my Mom and step-dad sent me to Coates, maybe 3 years ago. I just felt so sad that they sent me away to a school for problem kids, rejects! And then I realised that maybe I was a reject- they got my twin step brothers so all of a sudden they don't need my Mom's annoying daughter. After all, all I ever did was hinder my Mom's relationship with my step-dad, he had to work to feed some kid who didn't even like him. It made me feel so worthless. And then I decided that anger and agony are better than misery- so I hated them for sending me to Coates and cut myself to release the misery that I'd built up inside.'
Evidently surprised by the rush of emotion and bitterness, he faltered before asking the next question. 'Does Dekka know?'
'No. And she can't. I swear to God if you tell her I'll kill you!' Brianna retorted sharply, panicking for a moment.
'Okay. Can I tell Edilio? He's good with upset people and stress.'
She considered this. Edilio was nice and he could keep a secret... 'Fine. But if he tells anyone-'
'You'll kill me?' he cut her off.
'How did you know?' she laughed.
Sam grinned. 'Just my intuition. Nothing to do with the fact that you make a lot of death threats at all!' when she giggled, he continued, back serious 'I'm off to talk to Edilio then, coming?' she shook her head, knowing that she couldn't handle talking to two people at once about this; she found it excessively difficult to talk to Sam and he was one of her best friends so she was right to presume that talking to Sam and Edilio would be bad for her.
When Sam left, Brianna changed her clothes out of her comfortable evening clothes. She wasn't worried about fashion – no one in the FAYZ was worried about something so trivial any more – but she did like to look presentable. She donned a snug black tee shirt, accompanied by black leggings. Her feet were the only colourful part of her outfit- neon yellow Nike trainers (her third pair this month as one of the unfortunate side effects of high speed running involved the rapid shredding of her shoes). Then she left the cabin and began her morning jog.
