Rescue Me

Chapter 15
Noelle's POV

I watched him in the mirror, slowly nodding, so I took a deep breath and began my story.  "Umm, when I was fifteen I was at a party.  And, I've never had a lot of friends, 'cause I would rather have a few really close friends than a lot of not really close friends.  But, I was hanging out with them and then I went to get a drink.  I still remember I was wearing ripped jean booty shorts and a red tank top with a white belly shirt over it.  Anyways, I grabbed an orange soda and . . . a girl was like 'Oh, well I  wouldn't drink that if I were you.' and she shrugged.  I asked her 'Why not?' and she said 'Well, they're really fattening and, well we all know you don't need anymore of that.' and she kept going.  I felt so abused and no one helped me saying 'Shut up.' or anything, no one said . . . anything." I took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling.  "Well, I was so uncomfortable in what I was wearing at that point that I burst into tears and ran out the door.  I heard someone shout my name, but I kept running.  I saw some head lights shine and heard the car getting closer, so I started running faster.  The car is always faster though and it pulled a little in front of me, the door opened and Chase's brother Chance ran out and caught me when I tried to run by."  Zayn looked at me in complete shock.

"He grabbed me by my waist and I was kicking him and punching him, telling him to let go.  But he sat down and I eventually stopped, breaking down right there.  Julia and Chase were in the car too.  At that time I was dating Chance.  They drove me home, asking what happened, but I wouldn't tell them.  I got to school the next day and everyone was laughing at me, I pretended like I didn't notice, but it was the only thing I noticed actually.  I stared at myself in the mirror that night, trying to figure out why I wasn't skinnier.  That was the first night I stopped eating.  I did that for a few weeks and was happy that I was losing weight.  But my mom started to worry and so did Juli.  So every night I allowed myself to eat one thing.  A piece of chicken, ice cream, anything.  But they still noticed.  My mom ended up confronting me about it and she brought me to a psychologist, she found out that I'd been doing that for eight months already, she learned about what I did to my room, she knew everything."

We sat there for a few minutes in silence while he soaked up the fact that I'm crazy.  "Are you okay now?" he asked and I nodded, he nodded too.  "Then that's all that matters.  But one question."  "What?"  "What did you do to your room?" I looked down.  "That takes a lot more understanding and description and I'll tell you some other day, just not today please."  He nodded, so I turned to face him for the first time since the beginning of my story, "You really don't care that I'm - that I'm crazy or insane or . . . something?" I looked straight at him.  He looked at me too and with all the seriousness in the world he said, "You're not crazy N, you believed a lie, everyone does that eventually."  I smiled, thanking the Lord that he understood, kinda.  "Now," I looked at him, "if you didn't remember, you're still kind of bleeding." I looked down at my half cleaned leg and laughed.  "Oh, yeah."

**Author's Note**
What Happened To Her Room?
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