So we are now going to skip forward to when Rocky really crossed the line a couple of days ago. This is one of the main reasons for me doing this.
Cece was walking down the halls with her head down as usual. She walked up to her locker, which just happened to right beside Rocky's. "If it isn't the retard," said Rocky walking up. Cece didn't respond but started to cry a little. She hid it but apparently Rocky wasn't through. "Just where do you think you're going, I'm talking to you," said Rocky snatching her arm and throwing her on the floor in the process. "Hahahahahaha," she roared with laughter. Everyone took notice and started to laugh. "I knew you were retarded and all but you're supposed to stay off the ground," said Rocky when she finally caught her breath. "I'm not retarded," exclaimed Cece standing up. "Oh, but aren't you," said Rocky walking up to and then jumping onto a bench in the hallway. "Hey everyone! This stupid redhead just said she isn't retarded! Then what do you call your Dyslexia?" yelled Rocky.
Cece stood there for a moment before letting her tears out and running down the halls and out the doors. She ran till she was home. Once there she ran to her room and locked the door. After about a minuet of crying she got 2 texts.
Cece, why didn't you tell me you had dyslexia? I know you're probably embarrassed but you could tell me anything. Why don't you trust me? I told you everything about my life, why are you keeping secrets from me? Bill
Hahaha, now everyone knows. I hope it hurt you, and I also hope you kill yourself. It would save everyone a lot of heartache. No one likes you. Even Bill said he couldn't stand you. So just do it. KILL YOURSELF!
No longer in her diary, this is telling what happened.
Cece couldn't stop crying. Maybe Rocky was right. It is time to end it all. She went to her closet and pulled out her special weapon against weight. Huh, while I'm at it I might as well see how much I way to know how fat I am. She pulled out her scale and turned it on.
84 lbs.
I'm so freaking fat it's unbearable! She then opened the bottle of weight loss pills and poured a handful of pills before taking them and then tipping her head back and emptying the whole bottle of pills into her mouth. Even though it was only 30 pills in all, it was enough to be instantaneous. She felt dizzy all of a sudden and fell down clutching her stomach. She then started to puke over and over again. Soon her world started to go blank. At least now I will be skinny when I'm gone, were her last thoughts.
"Come on fellas, keep up," said Bill running toward Cece's apartment. "How can someone as big as you be so athletic?" yelled Gunther beside Deuce and me. "Vicksburg High School marching band camp boys," said Bill sliding to a stop in front of Cece's apartment. "Dang it, it's locked," said Gunther jiggling the doorknob. "Not for long it's not," said Bill reaching into his pocket and pulling out a Firetruck Red Swiss army knife. He then used the screwdriver on it and unscrewed the doorknob's mechanism and pushed it till it fell out the back. "Got to love them genuine Victorinoxes!" said Bill putting the knife in his pocket. He then made his way to her bedroom. "Ok guys, any of you got any qualms about searching your friend's bedroom for any evidence as to why she did this?" asked Bill with his hand on the doorknob. "I got a question," said Deuce raising his hand. "What is it Deuce?" asked Bill. "What is a qualm?" asked Deuce. "A problem," said Bill after letting out a breath then looking back up. "Now, don't go snooping for personal reasons or ideals, try to keep it almost professional I guess you could say," said Bill trying the doorknob. "I don't know how or why but this one is locked," said Bill. "Just do that little trick you did with the living room door," I told him. "It won't work cause there ain't any screws on this one. It's probably just jammed but it ain't going to come open," said Bill putting his ear to the door.
He then started tapping his fist on the door. "What are you doing?" asked Deuce. Bill held up a finger to hush him. He then stepped back and set up in a fighting stance a second before he kicked the door in the spot he had just picked his head up from. He then retracted and did it again, this time putting his foot all the way through. Once he had pulled his foot back he reached through dug his knife under the opposite doorknob and wiggled it for about 5 minutes till they heard a click and something his the floor. "Got it," he said standing up and pushing the door open. They then started to search her room. "Bill just what are we looking for?" I asked him. "A suicide note or a diary of any kind. If you find a diary, don't read it ok?" he said then standing up for the last part. We could all tell that he was desperately searching for something because of the way he was moving and tipping things. Or in the case of the bed, just shoving it over when it got in the way before searching it. Then we heard Deuce start to giggle. "What are you laughing at eyebrows?" asked Gunther. He turned around with a pair of Cece's drawls. (It's a southern thing, don't ask.)
Bill straightened up and walked over to him. He then slapped him on the back of the head before drawing his knife and putting it to the side of Deuce's head. "Put them back and forget what you saw," he said in a venomous voice that could strike fear in a grizzly bear. Deuce nodded his head and hurriedly put them away before continuing to search. "Hey Bill, I got something," I said when I found a leather bound book that had Cecelia written in gold cursive. He walked over and said, "There we go that ought to be something useful," while grabbing it and putting it in his jacket pocket. "Ty, you got Ms. Jones' phone number don't you?" he asked me. "Yeah," I told him pulling out my phone. "Call her and tell her to meet us at the hospital after we make a stop by a print shop," he said before leaving with us following.
Ok, for those of you who didn't know from the hint in chapter 1, Cece was Anorexic. But thanks for reading, this was actually an old story I'm just now uploading, so if ya'll like it, let me know and I might continue it.