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Post by Chris Brody on Aug 10, 2007 19:15:46 GMT -5
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So, she 'couldn't' talk about her father. He didn't even want to think about what that meant. It seriously enraged him that people could be so cruel and careless. Sure, his own mother didn't ever show him affection, or much attention at all, but still he knew she cared about him. He had come along at an odd point in her life, and he couldn't really blame her for the way she treated him. "Okay," he said, voice quiet. She looked like she was about to say something else.
He cocked his head as he listened, a habit. Just like swearing. He didn't know if she minded bad language or not, so he had managed to use barely, if any, profanity. He'd slip up eventually and find out if she cared. He listened, nodding a little when she agreed upon his ten-pound doctor visit. He wanted this girl to be healthy.
"Well, at least now if I ask you to lunch, or something, you don't have to worry about lying to me to get out of it. You don't have to hide it around me anymore," he knew it was a small relief to her, but a relief none the less. "I'll do all I can. I promise," Chris told her. Promises were big deals to him. He kept promises.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Someone actually asked him about his family. Most people here knew his mother was Jennifer Brody, but they didn't know what that meant. She was an old supermodel, retired two years before Chris's birth. Now, she was sixty. The media didn't care about her anymore, so neither did Bentley. It was odd to talk about his mom. He hadn't really talked about her to anyone before. But she asked, so he'd tell her.
"Well, my mom... She suffered from anorexia on and off for almost fifteen years. She was almost six foot, and weighed only eighty-six pounds when she was thirty," he looked down, eyes studying the sand. "And now, her heart is failing because of what she got into almost forty years ago. I don't want to see that happen to you. My mom's lucky she made it to sixty. Everyone expected her to die a while ago. She's been sick for a long time."
Only his closest friends knew his mom's condition. None knew why; they just thought it was because she was getting kind of old. Little did they know it was much more complex than that.
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Post by |E|zeriah |L|ullaby on Aug 10, 2007 19:51:35 GMT -5
SMiLE Like You Actually MEAN iT ____
Ezeriah was so glad that he didn't try to press the situation. Everyone else she knew would. They would question her until she had to admit it. And once she spoke of her father, she always broke down crying. And she absolutely hated crying in front of people, unless it was someone she trusted with her life. She looked at him seriously, "I'll tell you one day, I promise."
She nodded, "And at least--if I do--you'll know I'm lying. And don't worry about pressing me to eat." Ezzie felt good that he had made a promise to help her. Once again, it was nice to have someone to talk to where she really needed the support. And that he was really helping her? It made her feel really good.
Ezeriah's eyes widened a little when he told her that she had been anorexic. She noticed that if she kept doing this to herself, she could die. She would die if she kept doing this to herself. Suddenly, Ezeriah's eyes were swelling up with tears. "I..." She looked down, wiping her eyes quickly, "She didn't know. So many of us strive for perfection." She whispered, "I feel the same way she did. I want to look beautiful." Ezzie put her forehead on his shoulder and tears crawled down her cheeks.[/color][/size]
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Post by Chris Brody on Aug 10, 2007 20:16:22 GMT -5
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He knew it would be too much to ask of her right now. So he didn't ask about her dad. Honestly, he didn't know if he really wanted to know. Things like that killed him. Made him want to kill the people who hurt others.
"Well, girl, you better not lie to me," he cracked a small grin, bending his head low to look at her downcast eyes. He was supposed to do this. Supposed to make everything better. He'd been so good at it in the past, that it came naturally now.
Later, he took note of how she changed after the story of his mother. Yes, this was very real. It could kill her one day if it wasn't fixed. "You are beautiful," he told her as her head came to his shoulder, shirt getting damp from tears. It was the last thing on his mind. He shifted his body, arms wrapping around the small girl's frame. She felt so little... As his hand rubbed her back, the different bones of her ribs and shoulderblades were easily felt. "You're so beautiful, Ez. Don't think anything different."
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Post by |E|zeriah |L|ullaby on Aug 10, 2007 20:49:26 GMT -5
SMiLE Like You Actually MEAN iT ____
Ezeriah's shoulders sagged a bit, still feeling desperate. She wouldn't be completely happy until she was healthy again and this was merely the truth. She didn't want to be super skinny anymore--she wanted to be healthy skinny. One with she did know, though: It was going to take a while. Ezeriah knew it wasn't going to happen in a matter of hours or seconds. She had to want to get better and she did.
She nodded towards him, her dark eyes trusting, "I won't." She said, hoping that she could keep this vow. Ezzie didn't want to lie to him but what if she couldn't help it? She quickly dismissed that thought.
Ezeriah looked up at him, tears still slipping down her cheeks. "He always said I was ugly and I believed him! I believed him every time. I thought he would stop if I was pretty..." She let out a choked sob, "I didn't know what else to do so I starved myself. Chris, I didn't know! I didn't know it would do this to me."[/color] [/size]
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Post by Chris Brody on Aug 10, 2007 20:58:33 GMT -5
definitelymaybe_______ His heart went out to this girl. She was scared. She had a bad family life. He wondered about her mom, since she hadn't said anything about her. Chris would help her, no matter what it took. He had no idea how to get the girl to eat, but if she wanted it enough it shouldn't be TOO hard. It might take a few days.
It would help if she could feel real hunger. He'd find out her favorite food, and make it for her one day soon. Maybe that would trigger her to eat at least enough to get a little bit of protein in her. He doubted she took vitamins, which would be the smart thing to do for someone like herself. They needed to go to the store...
He was making all of these plans in his head, while they were still sitting there. She needed to cry. To let a little of the hurt out, to acknowledge this misery. "You're pretty. You're a pretty girl," he soothed, eyes closing. His voice had always been smooth; it had changed almost overnight his freshmen year. He'd avoided the embarassing cracking, lucky for him.
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Post by |E|zeriah |L|ullaby on Aug 10, 2007 21:28:26 GMT -5
SMiLE Like You Actually MEAN iT ____
Goodness, she hated her father. He had ruined her life and simply shattered her life. And he didn't even care. Why did it always have to end up like this. She looked at Chris, a frown set on her face. She felt like that, too. She sighed, running her hand over her face. Ezeriah murmured something softly under her breath, about how she liked being able to talk to someone for once.
Ezeriah looked at him again, her hands poking at her rips and stomach. "It looks disgusting." She admitted, poking her ribs again. Then she sighed, her eyes looking intently on her stomach. Ezeriah groaned at how skinny she looked again.
Slowly, the tears started to stop. She still leaned against Chris, feeling comforted when she did. Ezzie sighed, shaking her head. No one ever called her pretty. And it felt good for someone to say that when she had doubted it her whole life.
"Now I have a really good reason to say thank you." She joked lightly, "So, thanks again."[/color][/size]
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Post by Chris Brody on Aug 10, 2007 21:52:35 GMT -5
definitelymaybe_______ "You don't look disgusting," he tried, looking at her non-exsistant stomach. "You hit the nail on the head if you were going for the skeletal look, though," he smiled, letting his hand come to a rest on her back. He acted as a comforter, always there when someone needed support. He was glad to have the job. It was more fulfilling than any billionare's job.
"We're gonna get you out of this routine," he told her. "What's your favorite food? Or what WAS your favorite food?" he asks, head tilted ever so slightly as usual. His face was slightly more content now. She had calmed down considerably. "And don't thank me, sweetheart. I'm more than happy to help you. You deserve a break from holding all of this in."
He looked out at the water, itching to slip in. It was a shame he had that phobia. Otherwise he'd probably be on the school's swim team. Too bad he couldn't stand having his face underwater for more than forty-five seconds.
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Post by |E|zeriah |L|ullaby on Aug 10, 2007 22:20:41 GMT -5
SMiLE Like You Actually MEAN iT ____
Ezeriah shrugged, poking her invisible stomach once again, "Okay, Chris, you can't tell me that seeing my ribs like that is pretty." She pointed out dully, "It's pretty when you feel... big but it's not pretty anymore." She sighed, her dark eyes scanning the lake. She smiled a little at him, feeling a little better now. After talking about it, she had felt much better about herself.
Ezeriah ponded his question, tapping her chin again. She had to think a while back since she never ate anymore. Ezzie sighed, still thinking hard, "I have no idea... But I think it might've been spaghtetti. With turkey, though, not beef." She couldn't help but smile at the memory that suddently popped into her head. "I could never eat a cow or a pig. So I had refused to eat anything of the sort. All my mom would make was ground turkey and stuff with chicken." The girl laughed silently, the memory still playing in her mind.
When Chris looked off into the water, Ezzie followed his line of sight. She glanced back up at Chris, "Do you want to go swimming?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.[/color][/size]
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Post by Chris Brody on Aug 10, 2007 22:32:24 GMT -5
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Post by |E|zeriah |L|ullaby on Aug 10, 2007 22:49:52 GMT -5
SMiLE Like You Actually MEAN iT ____
Ezeriah hesitatede before shaking her head. Her mother hadn't been around when her father had started being abusive. She shook her head again, thinking of how to say it. "I wasn't like this when she... died," Ezeriah shrugged slightly, twirling a strand of pink hair with her finger," She died giving birth to my little sister." The thought of her sister made her smile. Her little sister was her best friend.
Ezeriah's eyes brightened and she sat up, looking at the water again. "We can go swimming, I have my bathingsuit on underneath my clothes--in case I did want to go swimming." She said enthusiastically, "I haven't gone swimming forever. Like, since... I got here." And even longer, but hey, that didn't matter. Ezzie really wanted to go swimming, too. [/color]
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Post by Chris Brody on Aug 10, 2007 23:06:46 GMT -5
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Post by |E|zeriah |L|ullaby on Aug 10, 2007 23:15:29 GMT -5
SMiLE Like You Actually MEAN iT ____
Ezeriah had been glad when her father never touched her sister. He never laid a hand on her, maybe because she was such a spitting image of her mother. She knew that her father had loved her mom more than anything. They had met at a young age and fell in love. What more could the two of them have wished for?
She took a deep breath, taking off her black, tight shirt. When she took it off, every single rib was even easier to see. Ezzie looked at her chest and down to her hips, shuddering at the sight. Ezeriah shrugged it off and then took off her bottoms, showing biki bottoms. Her legs were super skinny and it was humiliating to see.
Ezeriah walked into the water, loving the warmth of the water. She went in far enough so it was up to her chest. She took a deep breath and went under the water, her bright pink hair easy to see under the water. When she came back up, black and pink hair covered her face.[/color][/size]
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Post by Chris Brody on Aug 10, 2007 23:24:02 GMT -5
definitelymaybe_______ She was tiny. Her hipbones were jutting out, her ribs plainly visible. Legs were way too thin. Yet she still remained beautiful. He didn't say anything else, but dipped himself further down in the water, his neck covered. Seconds after she went under, he followed suit, coming up quickly. His dark hair was plastered on his head, and he shook it like a canine. It seperated into wavey sections. He looked for the pink in the water, and found Ezzie.
When she surfaced, he smiled. "Feel good?" he ventured. He hadn't thought she'd like the water. Didn't seem the swimming type. He floated further out, treading water calmly. It was so relaxing. He remembered times from when he was young, and he'd watch his mom down in the pool, floating on one of those raft things. Such things provoked a sadness in him. That would never happen again.
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Post by |E|zeriah |L|ullaby on Aug 11, 2007 0:15:06 GMT -5
SMiLE Like You Actually MEAN iT ____
Ezeriah's bottoms fell loose on her hips. She was a size seven length in Juniors but less than zero in width. So the small biki bottoms looked pathetic on her hips. They were black with white polka dots all over. And the top... oh the top. This looked even worse. It was tight, since she was so small and it looked like it was made for someone younger than her but her not eating really stopped much of her growth, so she fit into some of the tiniest things.
Ezeriah nodded, smiling at him happily, "Definitely. I've never been in a lake when the water was this warm." She went far enough so she couldn't touch the ground but not too far so if she really wanted to stand, it took a while to get back to that point. Her hands and legs moved slowly, treading the water. She went under again, moving around again. When she came back up, she was deeper, yet still comfortably deep. "This feels awesome," She admitted, swimming on her back.[/color][/size]
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Post by Chris Brody on Aug 11, 2007 0:25:19 GMT -5
definitelymaybe_______ "It's amazing, dear," He laughed, really for no reason other than just to laugh. It was better than staying silent. He let his legs float up, now suspended in the water on his back. He just floated there, arms moving rythmically to keep him afloat. "I used to want to be a dolphin," he told her, eyes looking for her. He saw her, her image upsidedown. The sky was dotted with stars now, and the large moon hung low in the clouds.
A shooting star shot by, and he caught it with the corner of his eye. He made a wish for his newest friend, Ezeriah. "I think there's a meteor shower tonight," he told her as he saw another not a minute later. Comets had always entranced him. He was a strong believer in wishing.
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