Revenge Games
Chapter 1

"If you lost weight, you'd look so much prettier..."

"Cut down on them burgers, fat ass"

"Looks like you traded your neck for an extra chin, porky!"

"Whale!" "Pig!" "Fat ass!'' "Obese!"

"Whale!" "Pig!" "Fat ass!'' "Obese!"

"Whale!" "Pig!" "Fat ass!'' "Obese!"

When I was a child, I was one fat kid.

By fat I don't mean the little stomach you gain from eating a tad too much, I mean fat as in if you rolled me out with a rolling pin, I could probably feed an entire village in Africa.

I mean fat as in if I sat down, the rolls on my stomach were sizes of Baguettes.

I mean fat as in if I had to run a mile the only thing flopping up and down were the layers fat under my thin T-shirt.

I always thought I was adopted, because my parents were like models.

Thin, tall and gorgeous.

While I was fat, short and stubby like an Oompa Loompa and the gummy bear had a love child.

But I guess I wasn't because whenever I looked at my mum, I could spot many similarities between her and I.

Whether it be the numerous freckles that dashed across her nose, her wavy dark brown hair or her chocolate brown eyes that were bordered by long, dark lashes.

I had it all, I looked just like her, but you know, just a wide screened version.

But then again, being fat never seemed to bother me as a child. 

Fatness was a characteristic of mine. It was who I was and I didn't mind it. Being fat never bothered me...

That is until others were more bothered about it than me.

I always wondered why I was last to be picked for teams in P.E,

Or why I would be put in the back row whenever performing a dance and God forbid why they'd never given me a solo.

I was one oblivious child, but a happy oblivious child.

That is until high school...

The insults, mocking, names repeat in my head like a mantra. Her vicious grey eyes, send chills down my spine.

I wasn't allowed to BE myself and I couldn't make myself be like them.

Tall, thin, gorgeous.

Avery Parker was tall, thin, gorgeous and she despised me like I was some kind of vermin.

The names they'd call me were like knives being penetrated into my soul, their wicked laughter, like fire burning through my pride and dignity.

I was bullied, mocked, insulted, violated, body shamed and physically hurt for being different... For being me.

I told myself to be strong, to not give in, to be brave. But I never felt brave. They were the hunters and I was just their helpless prey, trapped in a corner.

I wanted it to stop, after everything I lost, I didn't want to go through this shit, day in and day out. I was scared to go to school, tired to come home to the depressing, dark hellhole of a place my home had become. 

I was friendless, depressed and all alone.

If I had to go through hell for being the way that I am, why should I be myself at all? They wanted skinny? Fine.

I stopped eating.

I barely touched my breakfast, lunch or dinner. Nothing tasted good anymore... I lived off an apple a day. Sometimes, not even that. By the end of the day, I'd come home tired, lifeless and weak.

I wasn't happy, not one bit, but this is the way it had to be.

I stepped on the weight scale everyday, to see if there was any change at all.

Disappointment.

Weeks passed by, living off scraps I could chew down and vomit out afterwards, crying myself to sleep. Finally, I saw a change, my waist was getting skinnier, my face bonnier.

I tried my best to avoid mirrors wherever I went, it was like a phobia I had created. Seeing them just made me realise every on flaw my body and face. It was like my reflection was mocking me too...

"HAHAHA! You want to be skinnier, prettier? Good luck with that!"

But I remember looking in a mirror, one Friday night. I was walking to my room, trying to distract myself from the painful cries my stomach was making.  But something caught my eye. I slowly, wearily walked back to the bathroom mirror. 

I looked at myself.

A skeleton.

A skeleton is what I had found.

She was thin, bony, her face sunken, lifeless and pale. She looked so miserable and sad. I couldn't recognise her. Who was she? What had she become? She looked so tired, so helpless.

She looked like she dying.

But this is what people wanted, right? Skinny, thin, slender.

So the battle continued.

"Put some meat on those bones, I've seen more meat on a chicken than you!"

"You look anorexic...!"

"You look like a 12 year old boy, where are your curves?!"

"Skeleton" "Twig" "Flat ass" "Anorexic!"

"Skeleton" "Twig" "Flat ass" "Anorexic!"

"Skeleton" "Twig" "Flat ass" "Anorexic!"

The bullying continued too.

Some people just want to see others burn.

They don't care that what's coming out of their mouths, is making the person cry themselves to sleep every night.

I was on the verge of giving up. My dad was dead, my mum was depressed, my sister probably hated me, the people in school despised me and I had this guilt, this emptiness inside of me that was devouring me.

Life just seemed to bland and harsh to continue living. 

I wanted it to end. 

But Grace Emonoski didn't let me.

She believed in me, she healed me, slapped some sense into me and gave me the will to live and if there's a human being I would die for, it'd be her.

*BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP*

The sunlight pours through the curtains, igniting my room with a yellow blaze, tickling my face with its warmth.

The alarm actually went off at 6:00, but being the lazy ass I am, I didn't bother waking up. Telling myself that I'd enjoy 5 more minutes of this heavenly bliss called sleep, I'd surrender to the peaceful darkness that engulfed me, hoping that time would go real slow.

*BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP*

Clearly, it didn't...

I let out a deep, aggravated sigh. Opening my eyes, I stare at the ceiling, sleepiness still controlling my eyes.

'Is today going to be better than the last?' I think aloud, blinking several times to get rid of the wariness. I stare at the plain, dull, white ceiling, contemplating whether to get up or just lay there forever.

'Will it ever be better?' my body fills with anxiety, my eyes, with tears.

I guess some questions never have an answer.

I stretch out my sore aching body, lazily rolling over to stop the constant screeching my alarm was making, I freeze with horror.

8:20

Oh, sugar honey ice tea.

With a series of curses, I bolted up from my bed. Racing to my bathroom, I grab an oversized, red and black, hoodie attached flannel shirt and some thin, black leggings to go with it.

10 minutes later I come out of the bathroom, showered, dressed and almost finished plaiting my long, wavy, dark brown hair.

Wearing my thick, black-rimmed glasses that made my eyes look bigger than usual, I shove bobby pins towards the side of my head, holding all the loose strands that escaped from my plait.

I vigorously rub lotion across my face, hoping all the pimples and acne that immersed my face would just disappear. But as we all know, they just won't go away.

Shoving all my books in my bag, I race to the kitchen like my life depended on it.

"Morning mum! Did you sleep well last night...? You look well rested." I say giving my most genuine smile, ruffling my little sister Zoe's honey blonde hair. She was eating froot loops, she had a holiday today, lucky kid.

"It was all right." she said, not even giving me the slightest smile back.

My heart suddenly sank... I wish she would smile again... Just one smile would make my day.

It's sad knowing that all the efforts I'd given up these past years, made no change whatsoever. It really hurt knowing that all my attempts at making it better, went straight down the drain.

But I won't give up, I promised myself. Plus, Dr Bolan said it'll eventually work out, I really do hope so.

I grab a heavenly peanut butter sandwich, slam my bag over my shoulder and run to the door. I turn around and give a big enthusiastic smile, masking away my sadness.

"Have a nice day mum! Take care, both of you!"

She didn't reply, but I was out the door anyway.

I hope today will be different, I hope today will be peaceful.

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First chapter done! 

Please tell me if there is anything insensitive about the anorexic scene or the fat scene. I really don't want to hurt anyone or cause trouble.

Thanks for bearing with me!

~Spoobhat