AN: Ummmmmm. Here's a stretch.... I got this idea from reading a fanfic where it was the usual "Captain Jack Sparrow: hate each other (but really love each other), love each other, have sex later with no worries about getting pregnant" kind of fic and the hate each other part really stuck with me. And the getting pregnant part too. So I got the idea for this fic. Where a non-Johnny fan gets transported into the movie. And to prevent pregnancy, she will be deep into anorexia and will not be riding the crimson waves of Red River Valley. But 'cause I L-O-V-E love a happy ending, they will end up falling in love. And possibly having sex. So... here's the beginning and if you like it or are just curious... then tell me and I'll write more. Hope this doesn't suck.
Libba turned on the TV with a look in her eyes that was devoid of any joy she had felt earlier that day. She couldn't believe she had caved in. Well, yes, she could. She was a fat worthless piece of shit and she knew it. She caved in! And while she was fasting too! Didn't she have an ounce of control in her body? But the chocolate cake looked so delicious! And it was only one bite. One bite. Who was she kidding? She ate the whole fucking slice.
Libba turned off the TV and walked to the bathroom she shared with her suitemates. After fifteen minutes of shoving her fat fingers down her throat, the brown mess came out along with a wave of acid from her stomach.
There. All better now. With a sigh of relief, Libba walked over to the couch to watch some more TV. She'd begin another fast tomorrow.
She flipped the TV on and immediately changed it over to STARZ to see what was playing. Pirates of the Caribbean.... 'Why do they feed this crap to us?', thought Libba, 'Can't they see that we've got better things to do than pine over Johnny Depp's short bod?' And he was short. Compared to her at least. Libba was five feet and nine inches tall. Libba grew exhausted and annoyed by Johnny Depp's less than mediocre performance as Captain Jack Sparrow, so she picked up her duffle bag along with her car keys and drove to the gym.
The place was almost completely full and Libba had half the mind to turn away and do her exercises at the suite. But she didn't. She deserved this humiliation. Maybe a little humiliation was what she needed. Maybe she needed to see the others glancing at her fatty legs and arms with disgusted looks as she bounced along on the treadmill.
Libba carefully stepped on the machine as she tried to ignore the sharp glances being thrown her way. They were staring and she hadn't even begun to run! Was she really that hideous? Libba turned the speed of the treadmill from one up to five miles per hour. As soon as she had begun, she felt the fat jiggle and she felt the eyes on her back. She turned the speed up to six and she became lightheaded.
She began the slow rhythmic chant and sped the tempo up along with the speed. "Fat. Ugly. Whore. Fat Ugly Whore. Fat! Ugly! Whore!" The speed increased and she was now running eight and a half miles per hour. How she had the energy, she didn't know.
Fat! Ugly! Whore! FatUglyWhore. FatUglyWhore. FatUGLYwhore! Fatuglywhore! So fat... that even Ana... can't save you!
Her breathing became more labored as she increased the speed up to twelve miles per hour. The highest it would go. Tears began to fall from her eyes as she ran harder and harder. All while still repeating the chant in her head. Now people were really staring.
Libba closed her eyes and tried to keep up with the treadmill when suddenly, she couldn't feel the machine humming under her feet. Wind was blowing and she was actually running on solid ground. No, it was solid wood.
