Okay I didn't get much feedback from the last chapter, but I figure it can't be on anyones radar anymore. So, Ill do this next chap to get it back on the map.
Chell - Im really glad this is reaching out to you. Since you're going through it, if you see any HUGE mistakes im making, can you tell me? I'm only somewhat expirianced in this subject, although my knowledge will probably fizzle out quickly. I really hope you get over this.
Chapter 2
Summer sat down with a bowl of popcorn as she pressed 'play' on the DVD remote. She was watching a new movie that had just come out, staring Reese Witherspoon and Drew Berrymore, called Dying To Be Thin.
"Lucie! Talk to me!" Drew, or Kimmy, called to Reese.
"What?" 'Lucie' snapped, turning around.
"I'm worried about you! How many days has it been since you've eaten?"
"I eat all the time. Constantly. Jeez, Kimmy you really don't pay attention do you? I'm a pig!"
"Prove it."
"Okay, fine, I will. Lets go to MacDonalds."
Reese and Drew got into a red and black car, drove down a few streets and landed at a MacDonalds restaurant.
"MacDeal Meal please." 'Lucie' said, smirking at 'Kimmy'.
A few seconds later, Reese was done shoving food in her face. She took a sip of her drink, and took a deep breath.
"One sec. I need to use the bathroom."
"I knew it."
"Knew what?"
"You're bulimic!"
Summer turned the movie off and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" The other end asked, sounding pissed.
"Coop?"
"Oh, hey Sum. I thought it was Holly."
"Oh.. yeah. So, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, I'm grounded." Marissa said it like a threat.
"Howcome?"
"Dont. Ask."
"Okay. Well, hey I gotta go. Dad's home. Bye."
Summer hung up. Her father had just brought home an extreme amount of food, coincidentally from none other than MacDonalds.
"Woah, Dad. How much did you get?"
"Two McChickens, Three Large Fries, Two Apple Pies. The usual."
Summer nodded and sat down, eagar to eat. She scarffed down the sandwich, one and a half boxes of fries, and a pie.
She excused herself from the table, and went to her room. She thought about what she saw in the movie, and ran to the bathroom.
She stuck two fingers in her throat. Nothing happened. She leaned in farther to the toilet, and then shoved her fingers back farther. She gaged, and quickly removed her fingers. Nothing happened. This happened a couple times, and Summer gave up.
Maybe she was destined to be fat.
The next morning, Summer woke up with a pounding headache. She slid out of bed and walked down the stairs looking for her father. Instead she found a note.
Summer, dearest:
I've gone to Portland, Maine on urgent buisness and wont be back until late tuesday. Ask Marissa to stay with you, until Im back. I don't want you in this house by yourself.
Daddy.
Great. Gone, without warning, for 2 nights and 3 days.
Summer sighed, and picked up the phone.
"Hey Holls."
"Hey, Sum. What are we doing tonight?"
"Well I was thinking the mall, now."
"Sounds good. Give me half an hour. Pick me up then. Bye sweety."
Summer heard a dial tone within a milisecond, and dropped the phone. She needed to get ready, and fast.
Summer got back, at 9:20 at night, exhausted and depressed. The mall had been a total desaster.
First off, Summer had only bought an oversized sweater because she'd felt too fat to try anything else on. She had looked at some clothes she thought were cute, but quickly stopped when she didn't find a pair of jeans she liked in her size.
After that, Summer had suggested getting something to eat, and Holly told her 'ok'. Summer had really been the only one eating though. And she ate alot.
So now, at 5'4'' (without shoes) and 112 pounds (without clothes), Summer Maria Roberts got down on her knees, lifted up the toilet seat, brushed back her hair and shoved two fingers back as far as she could, gaging, pulling out her fingers quickling, and finally, to her satisfaction, making herself vomit.
Summer raced down to the kitchen, and grabbed a box of baking soda out of the cupboard. She raced back to the bathroom, and brushed her teeth with the soda. She heard on that movie, that if you rince with it, that its less noticable, your breath doenst smell, and the acid from your stomach hardly bothers your teeth.
Summer put the baking soda in her room, as she changed into Juicy sweatpants and her new, oversized Juicy sweater. Underneath her sweater was a Juicy tanktop (that ironically said something about 10-calorie-pie) and on her feet she was wearing Juicy flipflops. She looked like a freakin' Juicy-Couture-R-Us model.
She took the baking-soda back downstairs, more upset then ever, and put it back in the cupboard. As she did, she spotted something else. A bottle of Crown Royal. She took it out carefully, and unscrewed the lid. She chugged some of it, burning as it went down. Then she took little sips, until she'd drunk most of what was there. She felt light headed, a bit dizzy, but then she felt well enough - or so she thought - to venture out. She locked the door behind her, and slipped the key into her pocket.
"Coooop!" Summer yelled, her voice breaking, as she stood inbetween the Coopers house and the Cohens. "Madame Coo-pair!" She called again, very loudly. The Coopers dog started barking, and Summer yelled a "shhhhh" at him, swaying slightly as she did it. She heard a door close, even though she couldn't see anything. "Coop?" She called excitedly.
"No," a voice behind her started, and she turned around scaredly. "Just your friendly neighborhood Seth Cohen, coming outside to see what all the..screaming.. are you drunk?"
"No!" Summer laughed and then looked at him really seriously. "Okay, maybe a-" she looked around her "-a little bit." She burst out laughing again, and then tripped over her own foot. She fell right into Seths arms, and then picked herself up again.
"Oh my god." She muttered, and threw up into the bushes next to her.
Seth bent down, and held her hair. "You okay?"
"Do you think I'm okay?" Summer spat, and crouched over again, hurling into the bushes once again.
Once it was finally over, Seth walked her home, picking the key out of her pocket.
He opened her door, walking into the house. "Okay, come on alky."
"Don't call me that!" Summer said, wiping her mouth.
"Fine. Where's your room?"
"Uh-uh. No way. You stay here. If I scream, you run up."
Seth nodded, and looked around her kitchen. One he never thought he'd be in, But here he was. A piece of paper caught his eye, and he grabbed for it, scanning the words. How could her father just up and leave her?
Summer interupted Seths thoughts by yelling: "Okay I'm ready!"
Ready? "Uh.. Okay" He called back to her, rushing up to her room.
He stood there, mouth open.
Summer was in her black bra, black boy-cut panties, and a see-through robe, laying on her bed.
