'Ello everyone! I hope you guys LOVED last chapter as much as I LOVED writing it ;) Here are to answer your reviews! Oh, and I'm so sorry I haven't updated when I said I will. My computer was acting stupid...*cough*again*cough*. Okay, okay, I admit it wasn't only my laptop's fault, I went to the doctor :( I have a love/hate relationship with doctors. And, of course, they always give me shots when I go to the doctor. It's almost as if they did it in purpose.
And I guess some of you may want to know what happened, right? No? Otay, well too bad Imma tell you anyways ;)
I have Animia. It's this thing when you don't have enough hemoglobins (white blood cells) and causes fatigue and lack of concentration. It also makes your blood not the right color (not the right color of red). It causes lack of oxygen and shorten of breath. Yeah, if you don't treat it, it could be life threatning. And everything is okay, for now. They gave me these pills I have to take :P But I'm okay :)
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Scary Skinny
Tell Me Why
Chapter 4
(Recap)
I looked up and saw everyone's confused looks on their faces.
"She died because...because I told her she was fat...but I didn't mean it"
What. The. Fuck. (A/N: Please excuse my language...but I'm trying to get a point across :P)
That's what their faces said. And I looked at John.
The doctor understood where I was going immediately. The only thing he had to do now was decide wether he wanted to play along...or not.
I was hanging there, looking at him with pleading eyes. He was starting to scare me.
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"So, that's why you think she killed herself, Sharpay?"
SCORE! I screamed in my head but kept my Poker Face intact
"Yes" I nodded, "I feel too guilty"
"Excuse me...Mr...Doctor?"
"Oh, please call me John" said John smiling
"John, well what happened to my sister?"
"Oh, she was just explaining to me what her friend did...before she died" he said the last part in a whisper.
I looked over at my brother.
It turns out this doctor is a better liar then I gave him credit for.
"Well, uhm," My brother and his friends started for the door, "we'll- uhm- leave you to talk to her"
When they left the doctor closed the door and immediately turned around to look at me. I gulped rather loudly.
"Thank you" I mumbled looking down at my feet
"No problem, but I do need for you to keep a promise...is that possible?" he asked me sitting in the chair he was before
I thought about the posibilities of keeping a promise, and I felt excited. At the thought that it might be a promise that I might be able to keep, I got butterflies.
I nodded, with a slight smile on my face.
"Promise me you'll try to eat" He said
Ha ha. Nope, it couldn't have been a promise that I could keep. I should've known better. Oh, well, what's another lie about the same thing, right?
"I promise" I said with a smile that seemed too fake, but he seemed to believe it
"Thank you." he mouthed and patted my head, "The nurses put your clothes in the chair"
I looked over at the chair to the left of my bed, and there were the clothes I was wearing...what day's today? How long have I been here? I turn to the doctor but he isn't here anymore.
"Ugh, I hate doctors" I mumble to myself
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THE END! :)
He he GOTCHA!
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When I came out of the 'room', I was surprised to see nurses waiting for me outside. They led me to the waiting room, where my brother, Troy, a bored looking Gabriela, Chad, and Taylor where sitting chatting about school.
Ryan noticed me first, and ran to my side. He was about to hug me, but stopped right on his tracks. He looked at me up and down with a confused look. I followed his gaze and noticed I didn't have my shoes on, but I had them on my hand.
"Uh..."
"It's hard to walk on stilettos when you can't keep your balance" I said matter-of-factly
"Oh" He said and hugged me tightly
I snuggled into his arms. I love my brother, there's no way to deny that I do. Right now I want to stay like this, warm and worrying about nothing. But, of course, everything comes to an end, right?
"Let's go, yeah?...Please?" I said
When he didn't move a single inch, I gave up. I walked by myself to the door...still trying to figure out where I was. I kept walking straight and saw a door at the end of this hallway.
On my way to the parking lot, I heard steps behind me. I turned around quickly to see who it was, but I saw no one. I started to blame myself for hearing stuff, but before I could finish my way to anywhere, I heard more steps.
I turned around to see nothing, only thin air.
"Okay! I give up, who's following me?!" I screamed
"Sharpay?" I turned around to find a freaked out Troy, and a smiling Gabriella
"I believe that's my name. Now if you'll excuse me I need to keep walking" I said not looking at Gabriella
"Wouldn't you want to out your shoes on, Ice Bitch?" Gabriella said when I finally looked at her
"Actually," I said walking up to her, "no. I think you should keep them. Anyways I can afford another pair, unlike you, Hun" I said shoving my black, 4.5 inch Jimmy Choos into her crossed arms stabbing her a little.
"I can afford them myself, thank you" She said, with a new bitchy twitch to her voice
I smiled to her, "Can you, really?" She nodded "Then I hope you don't mind a shopping trip with me, right?"
I smiled as her face went pale. She looked at Troy, but before she could say anything to get out of it I said,
"Oh, don't worry about Troy. I'm sure he won't mind, right Troy?"
"No, of course not! I think it's great! You could even start to be friends!" he said oblivious to the real situation
"Of course! I will pick you up at your house tomorrow at...9:00 am?" I asked checking in my head for any plans on that time
"At nine?!" she asked, "Where are we going to go? The mall doesn't open till 10 tomorrow!"
"The mall?" I laughed at her, throwing my head back, "I never said we were going to the mall, Ha ha you're so silly! Why would we go to the mall? We're going to the disigner's stores of course!"
I saw her face go even paler when she spoke, "Designers?"
I know she's not poor, but I also know not many people have enough money to go on a all-designers-shopping-trip. She's probably a typical middle class girl.
"Yes...but if you can't afford it there, I'm sure I could call someone else..." I trailed off searching for my phone in my pockets
"No! No, of course I can go! Yeah, why wouldn't I, right?" She said and I smiled
"Right. So nine am, tomorrow. Oh, and I forgot I can't go pick you up, so just drive to my place, okay?" I asked her smiling
"Yeah" she said
I started to walk into the direction of my house, but someone grabbed my arm.
"Shar...pay, do you want me to give you a ride?" Troy said
I looked behind him at Gabriella still holding my Jimmy Choos, and then back at my bare feet.
"Sure"
We all went to his car, and I went in the backseat.
The ride to my house was silent, except for the radio playing to 'Move Along'. I looked out the window, and I thought.
"Sharpay, we're here" said Troy smiling
"Thanks" I said opening the door of his car.
I walked up my driveway, and into my house to hear screaming.
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"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" My Mom screamed from upstairs as I closed the door.
I looked up and I saw my Dad rushing down the stairs and my Mom trailing behind him rapidly. I didn't even flinch when he stopped right in front of me.
"Yes, Dad?" I asked as he would tell me to do when I was little
"Don't fuckin' talk to me like that, you fuckin' slut!"
SLAP!
"Don't do that to her! She has nothing to do with this!" My Mom screamed
"Where the fuck where you, huh?! Probably in a whore house fuckin' men you don't fuckin' know!" he screamed in my face
"What?" slipped out of my mouth
"You heard me! I hope you don't mind if you do your job with me, right?" He asked coming closer to me
"Run to your room Sharpay!" My Mom screamed and my Dad turned to face her in the kitchen
I understood immediately. Thankful of the distrction, I ran to my room as fast as I could. Where in the world was Ryan?
My Dad noticed that I was running to my room, and at this point I only have a couple of seconds to get to my room. My Dad was trailing right behind my heels, and he reached out with his hand and yanked my hair.
I yelped in pain, as he dragged me up the stairs. The edge of the the steps were hitting my spine painfully. I felt the burn after he started dragging me to my room, and I knew I was bleeding somewhere.
He opened the door to my room, and threw me in the bed. I didn't care if the pain was so immense that I could bearly move, I tried to get up and go to the double door window as he locked the door. I remembered I had left it locked when I went to school earlier, I cursed myself as tears of pain and hate flowed through my eyes.
He yanked me by the hair to the bed again and I screamed. Are this walls sound proof or something? He started unbuttoning my D&G shirt and pulling my pink top up. He unbuttoned my jeans, and I struggled to free myself from his grip but it was almost impossible...or maybe I was too weak at this point.
When he finished he turned me over, my back facing him, and unhooked my bra. He threw it and turned me again to face him. He grabbed me and rubbed his hands against me kissing me.
I cried.
I screamed.
I tried to stop him.
Why was he doing this? What did I ever do to him?
He started to trail downer and downer with his hand, and when I screamed all the air out of my lungs, he punched me.
"Stop screaming, you whore?! This is your job, isn't it?!" He said as he started taking my underwaer off
"Stop it, Dad! St-Stop! STOP IT!" I screamed as he put his hand in me
"SHUT UP BITCH!" He screamed
He got on top of me and kissed me roughly all over. His hands were moving roughly through my body. I cried and screamed. The other hand found my hair and he pulled it down. My head jerked back and I yelped. He laughed at me.
"Stop Dad!"
"Shut up!"
Something was entering me. He was forcing me to let him go in deeper.
Inside I felt something pop, and it hurt so much I screamed. I never imagined my first time like this.
"NO! Stop! PLEASE STOP! I'm begging!" I screamed as he went in faster and deeper
"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP?!?!" He said as he left my body alone, in the sexual way
When he stopped, he looked at me in the eyes and a twisted smile formed in his face.
"You do know how beautiful you have become in a few years, right?" He said as he touched me lightly
"I mean, you were always a pretty girl. But you have grown now, you're a young woman. A sexy, hot, woman," He said "but you do know better then to talk back to your dad"
With that he threw himself foward, and punched my stomach. I screamed in pain as I felt blood prickling out of my mouth. He slapped my mouth, and I felt him wipe the blood that was on his hand on my hair.
"Well, we don't want to break anything now, do we? So I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you" He said as he dressed
Just as he was going to leave my room he turned to me and said, "Take a shower, it looks like you need it, Babe."
When he closed the door, I broke down all the way. I hugged myself tightly. No words, no tear, nothing could explain how grosed out I felt. How dirty, how depressed, how guilty I felt.
I just got raped by the person who dares to call himself my father.
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Beep!...Beep!...Beep!...Beep!...Beep!...Beep!...Beep!
"SHUT UP!"
Beep!...Beep!...Beep!...Beep!...Beep!...Beep!...Beep! Be-!
SMASH!
"Shar?"
"AHHH!!!"
"Shar, are you okay?" My brother ran to me
"Huh?" I asked confused as I opened my eyes
"Are you alright?" He asked me again
"Why?"
"Your...face. It's all red and...since when do you sleep naked? Shar?"
"Yes?" I asked thinking of a good cover-up excuse
"Last night. Bolton brought you home...is that your underwear in the floor??"
I looked over and, indeed, my underwear was in the floor.
"YOU HAD SEX WITH BOLOTON?!?!? Did he force you?! Did you ask him?!?! Did he break up with Gabriella?" He started the 20 questions
Ooooohhh...he thought I had sex with Troy last night, I thought he had cought me for a second there.
"No" He simply said and left my room
Last night I hadn't even bothered to take a shower, since I couldn't move. I knew I had to take one now though. I looked at the clock and remembered what I had to do.
I had told Gabriella we were going to go shopping at 9am. I got up, my stomach hurt badly still, but not as bad.
I walked as fast as I could to my bathroom, I turned the shower on and waited for it to warm up. I walked over to the mirror and gasped at my reflection. There was blood on my hair, and a bruise on my stomach. I had another bruise on my back too.
I walked over to the shower, and walked inside. The water was still cold, but I didn't care I was dirty and gross.
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When I finished I put a towel over my cold and bruised body. I walked to the mirror and looked at my face, the only part of my body that wasn't bruised.
"Shar?" Ryan called from the other side of the door
"Mhm?"
I said looking at the door
"Uh...Gabriella wants to talk to you?" he said confused
I opened the door. His face was cold as he passed me the house phone. I looked after him as he left the room and then answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Sharpay?" Gabriella's voice answered to my own
"Yes..." I said locking the bathroom door again
"Oh hi!" She screamed into the phone, I literally had to mive the phone away from my ear
"Hello"
"Yeah...uhm...I have to do the dishes right now and we had a pary last night so I have a lot of them" She said worriedly
"Okay, so you're not coming?" I said boredly looking at my reflection
"Yeah! Yes, I still am! Not right now, but I told Troy to go with you and I'll catch up with you two after. I hope it's alright, I mean I thought the invitiation was for both of us, but if you-"
"No! No...it's okay dont worry about it! I'll go...and just call us when you're ready for me to pick you up" I said
"Oh! That's a great idea!" She laughed
"Yes. So when is he coming?" I asked casually
"Uh, he said he was driving to your house when I called him about five minutes ago. He lives far from school though so I don't know when is he gonna get there"
"Oh" I said simply. Chances were, he was probably around the corner
"Yeah, so I'll call you guys later, 'kay?"
"Okay, Bye." I said and hung up
"God! That girl can talk for HOURS!" I said to myself as I looked in the mirror
The mirror not only showed me those ugly scars and bruises of my body, but it showed the fat that had stopped him from breaking my bones. I poked the fat, disgusted at myself. I would have preferred him breaking every bone in my body from being this disgusting. I looked over at the toilet, and then I went over to the door and made sure it was locked.
I grabbed the glass balance from under the sink and got on it and threw my towel off to the side to be measured correctly. The balance never lied. Neither did Ana or Mia.
88 lbs.
"Ugh!" I groaned as I got off and knelt next to the toilet.
As I put those three fingers down my throat I remembered...
(Flashback)
"So, what did you want to tell me Rosaleigh?" I asked my Best Friend, who was a Junior, as we walked through the desserted hallways of East High.
"I heard you talking to your new friends today" She said proudly nudging me a little on the side
"Yeah, I made a lot of new ones. It was fun" I said excitedly
"Yeah? Oh and I also heard you guys talking about me" She said looking foward
"Oh! But I didn't say anything bad! I swear! You know I wouldn't-"
"Oh no! I never said that you said something bad, Hun." She iunterrupted me "It just made me remember that promise that I made with you when you were in the 7th grade"
I looked at her confused, and she looked at me smiling.
"What promise?" I asked
"You remember. The one about making your life just as perfect as mine"
Oh. I remember now.
"But that's impossible!" I say, "You're beautiful, popular, rich, the guy's want you, you have perfect grades, and you're so skinny-"
"All of those things can be changed. There's three of those that you already have, Baby. You're already beautiful, rich, and you have the grades" She said as if it were obvious
"Maybe. But I'm not as popular as you, the guy's don't want me, and I am not as skinny as you" I said as we went up the stairs
"Those first two come hand in hand, but you're right you may not be as skinny as me, but that can b changed. And if you're skinny you're popular, if you're popular the guy's want you" She said with a glint in her eyes
"But I want to be skinny fast! Not in a million years" She laughed as I exaggerated
"Well, there is the 'healthy' way," she said using air quotations, "or...my way, but the only problem is that it could be noticeable and you have to be really willing to it"
"Yes! Yes, I'm willing to anything to be skinny!" I said loudly
"No one can know about it" she said warnigly
"No one will know about it" I smiled
"Follow me, then"
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"What are we doing here?" I asked dumbly
"You'll see" She said as she locked the restroom's door
She opened one of the cubicles, the one for the handicapped people, so I could see perfectly. She knelt down in front of the toilet and I ran over at once, thinking she had fallen. Instead I saw her smiling up at me, she lifted the toilet tap and put three fingers down her throat.
"What are you doing?!" I screamed trying to take her hand away from her own throat
"Ugh! Shar! I'm teaching you! Now If you'll excuse me!" She said yanking her hand from mine
I let her be and she continued with what looked like a routine. She forced three fingers down her throat and I wish I had never seen her do that. She threw up almost immediately, she did this once, twice, she was going for the third when I noticed tears excaping her eyes.
"It's painful, too." She said with a hoarse voice
Her face was tear stained because of the make up that she had. After about 10 minutes of me watching her from the corner she started throwing up blood and stopped. She got up holding her stomach with one hand and cleaning the tears with the other, when she looked at me I looked away. She flushed the toilet and went over to one of the sinks and washed her face. I was still in shock when she came for me to leave.
"Are you gonna stay there until tomorrow?" She said with a light smile
"I-is...but-...what?...How?...Did you just-...I...me?...I'm...not...s-sure I-I can do that...R-Rose." I stuttered
"C'mon we'll talk about it in our way home" She said as I followed her through East High hallways.
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"So all I have to do is-"
"Yes, just start with two fingers...then when you're advanced enough...start using three" She encouraged me
"...'Kay..." I said quietly
I looked in front of me at the toilet. My first week in East High had ended pretty good, I already got invited to 5 parties. Ryan wasn't home, he was at a party. My Mom and Dad were in Hollywood. At this point my Mom was probably buying a tuxedo for my Dad, and a couple of gowns for the Oscar's.
People can't get in the Oscar's without invitiation, but my parents knew people, and those people were either a). Directors, b). Producers, or c). Actors or Singers. So my parents got in to anywhere.
I put two fingers down my throat, and only gagged a bit. I looked at her for advice.
"Make yourself gag" She said studying me closely
I gagged and gagged again. Then ,as I was gagging, I put two fingers down my throat again. This time I felt the food coming up, I kept gagging. When the food came out, it was only a little bit.
"It's hard as hell the first time, but you have to keep trying" She said sitting in the floor next to me
I kept trying and after a minute or so, I started throwing up a lot. I was scared, my throat hurt and burned. What was going on? Was this supposed to happen?
After a while after I noticed the tears in my face, but kept going anyways. If this is what I had to do to be as skinny as Rosaleigh, I would do it. Rosaleigh introduced me to everything before throwing up. About how a certain day I have to wear red, and how I shouldn't eat unless there's people I know with me. When I get home, after eating, throw up.
I saw blood in the throw up, but I couldn't stop.
"Stop! Shar, you can stop it now! You're throwing blood up!" She said shaking me a bit
I stopped and she yanked me from next to the toilet, and flushed it. She hugged me tightly as I cried in her arms.
"Shhh, baby...don't cry...I know it hurts, but it's okay." She whispered in my ear
(End of Flashback)
"Sharpay!?" Screamed Ryan from downstairs
"I'm changing! What the hell do you want!?" I asked back
"Someone is here for you!" He asked
"Okay! Hold up, will you!?" I screamed as I headed for my bedroom door still in my towel
I went down the stairs and walked to the living room, no one was there. I frowned. Since when does Ryan not let people come in? I kept walking to the welcome room. The room was white (which my parents had decided to paint it that way for the purity of the house...how ironic), but I could still feel the tension in there.
Oh. I get it.
Ryan was standing in one end of the room shooting death gazes at the person in the other side. Who by the way was the one and only, Troy Bolton. Ryan did a double take when he saw me, then he grew red with rage.
"What are you doing with just a towel!?" He asked me and I shrugged,
"I dunno" I simply said
Then Troy noticed me for the first time since I walked in the room. He faced me and slighlty blushed as he shuffled his feet uncomfortably.
"Well, go change!" He said
I simply nodded but stopped when he called on me, "Wait. Would you mind telling me why he's here?"
I looked back at Troy, and turned around to face Ryan.
"Look, Ryan." I said with a cold grin at my brother, "Just because you were born three minutes before me, doesn't make you much older. And due to that fact, you have no right to order me around...therefore, I don't need to give you any explanations"
And with a last smile at Troy, I left the room making my way to my own.
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I looked at myself in the mirror for the last time before I went back downstairs. I was wearing a pair of Dolce & Gabbana red, casual jeans, with black Vera Wang shoes, and a black, button-up, Chanel shirt. My hair was in a tidy side ponytail.
I was feeling fabulous, until I heard a car pull up in my drive way. I knew whose car this was, because the stop made a sudden screech. It was the person who called himself my father, and he was drunk already. I had only a couple of minutes to get Troy and myself out of the house because Ryan could protect himself or go to a friend's house...but I couldn't unless I had a good excuse.
I grabbed my black Dior purse and my sidekick, and rushed out of my room. I went downstairs as fast as my high heels let me, and when I got to the welcome room I startled Ryan and Troy by my sudden entrance.
"What happened, Shar?" Said Ryan unpreoccupied
"Dad...that's what happened. He's here. Ry, I'm getting out of here" I said and with that grabbed Troy by the hand and pulled him through the front door.
Getting out by the front door wasn't such a good idea. My Dad was getting out of the car, perfectly sober. I froze in place and released Troy's hand, my Dad stared and smiled at me and then at Troy.
"Is this one of your...clients?" He asked
So he was perfectly sober last night when he raped me, huh? I knew the stuff he was saying couldn't have came out by accident.
"What are you talking about?" I said without even bothering to show any respect
"You know what I'm talking about...just remember to come home at...somewhat reasonable hours, okay...Babe?"
"I'll...try...Daddy" I spat disgustedly
I wasn't planning on coming back tonight, at all.
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Okay I hope you guys liked the chappie and sorry for taking so long to post up. I had stuff on my mind, like how I tried out for swimming and they're gonna tell me tomorrow if I made it :)
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