Sequel: Grenade ›
Do You Know Your Enemy, Darling?
Are You Ready
I walked out of the bathroom, throwing the extra shirts back to my bed. I was tired of stuffing my clothes. And it wouldn't matter since I was wearing a skirt and my legs were exposed. I felt self-concious since they were basically sticks. I could wrap my fingers around my thighs and still have extra space.
And to make it worse, you could see my ribs through my shirt. Not just a little, but a lot. I looked like I was a skeleton.
I walked into the living room, where everyone was. Joe looked up, his facial expression turning to pure horror.
"Dillon!" Zoey squeaked as I swayed a little from dizzyness. "What happened?!"
I caught myself before I fell and smirked. "Let's play a game." I said, a twisted laugh following.
"What kinda game?" Skylar asked, uneasy. I felt my body sway more.
"How much does Dillon weigh? Take a guess! Get it wrong and get a surprise." I smirked. Tom grinned.
"125!" He guessed. I raised my hand.
"Wrooong!" I sang, and shoved my finger down my throat. I felt everything rise up and fall out of my mouth. Zoey jumped.
"Dillon, stop it!" She shouted. I wiped my mouth and smirked.
"Guess again. If you get it right, I'll stop!"
"110?" Tom tried again. I stuck my finger back in my mouth and emptied whatever had been left in my stomach.
"Lower!" I shouted. I could see Joe's eyes starting to water.
"95?" Jackson asked quietly. I repeated myself for the third time, making the mess even worse.
"Why do you all think I'm fat?!" I screamed, starting to cry. "Keep guessing!" I yelled, stomping my foot. Joe winced when I did.
"80?" Skylar asked. I paused.
"I'm 79! So close." I smirked, forcing myself to throw up again. This time everything was red and thick, like blood.
"Dillon!" Joe jumped up and grabbed me, holding my hands down. I looked up.
"I can cause drama too." I smirked at everyone.
And to make it worse, you could see my ribs through my shirt. Not just a little, but a lot. I looked like I was a skeleton.
I walked into the living room, where everyone was. Joe looked up, his facial expression turning to pure horror.
"Dillon!" Zoey squeaked as I swayed a little from dizzyness. "What happened?!"
I caught myself before I fell and smirked. "Let's play a game." I said, a twisted laugh following.
"What kinda game?" Skylar asked, uneasy. I felt my body sway more.
"How much does Dillon weigh? Take a guess! Get it wrong and get a surprise." I smirked. Tom grinned.
"125!" He guessed. I raised my hand.
"Wrooong!" I sang, and shoved my finger down my throat. I felt everything rise up and fall out of my mouth. Zoey jumped.
"Dillon, stop it!" She shouted. I wiped my mouth and smirked.
"Guess again. If you get it right, I'll stop!"
"110?" Tom tried again. I stuck my finger back in my mouth and emptied whatever had been left in my stomach.
"Lower!" I shouted. I could see Joe's eyes starting to water.
"95?" Jackson asked quietly. I repeated myself for the third time, making the mess even worse.
"Why do you all think I'm fat?!" I screamed, starting to cry. "Keep guessing!" I yelled, stomping my foot. Joe winced when I did.
"80?" Skylar asked. I paused.
"I'm 79! So close." I smirked, forcing myself to throw up again. This time everything was red and thick, like blood.
"Dillon!" Joe jumped up and grabbed me, holding my hands down. I looked up.
"I can cause drama too." I smirked at everyone.
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This chapter is extremely insane and gross. I got the idea over the weekend when my cousins grandpa called me fat. Douche.I think we need to start the sequel soon too.
-Ashley Dawn