A/N: Hey y'all! I just wanted to say that this chapter isn't as 'humorous' as the usual ones. Not everyone has a happy life and I just wanted to show that people, at times, aren't what they seem.

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of Anorexia.

P.S: I realized I hadn't updated in a month and wrote this in 15 minutes so this chapter probably sucks- 
But thank you for reading and don't forget to vote and comment!
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HOLLY'S POV:

KnUckLeHeADs🤪

Its_a_holly_jolly_day, 11:34am
I just made an omelet
But my neighbor's hen ate it

Garfield_is_bae, 11:34am
Wait but isn't an omelet technically the hen's egg's cooked form? So the hen ate it's kid huh?

Katy_cat, 11:35am
Oh my god that's-

Johnny_ornaldo_is_mine, 11:35am
Anyway, Holly, your parents are coming back today yeah?

It's_a_holly_jolly_day, 11:35am
Yep I'm so excited ahh I already stocked my dad's shirt pockets with used tissues

Conner_from_the_corner_store, 11:36am
Are you going to tell them about the fire?

It's_a_holly_jolly_day, 11:36am
I may be stupid but I'm not dumb
Of course not

butterscotch_is_the_best, 11:36am
Well, best of luck with that

Conner_from_the_corner_store, 11:36am
Guys behold my new discovery!!! This looks like a mustache
~
THATS SO COOL

Garfield_is_bae, 11:37am
Nah man that mustache is too twirly
This is cooler
:{)
BEHOLD! A MAN W A PROPER NON-TWIRLY MUSTACHE

Its_a_holly_jolly_day, 11:37am
Oh please that mustache just looks sad
Mines better
:})

butterscotch_is_the_best, 11;37am
Y'all suck
My man be having a straight mustache
:|)

Johnny_ornaldo_is_mine, 11:37am
Okay I'm never doing this again but clearly my man is the best
:[)

Conner_from_the_corner_store, 11:37am
You guys are so mean. You just stole my discovery. You know what? I'll create a man so perfect that you guys will have no choice but to surrender.
:={)

Garfield_is_bae, 11:38am
YOU STOLE MY MUSTACHE!!!!

Katy_cat, 11:39am
But more important why is that equal to (=) sign there?

Conner_from_the_corner_store, 11:39am
:={)
Look carefully, it's his nostrils of course

Its_a_holly_jolly_day, 11:39am
Conny honey, why the hell is the guys nostrils coming out of his eyes

Conner_from_the_corner_store, 11:39am
Dont nostrils always come out of people's eyes?

Katy_cat, 11:40am
Pretty sure that's eye lashes

Conner_from_the_corner_store, 11:40am
Ohhhhh right

butterscotch_is_the_best, 11:40am
:<={)
Here, all fixed up

Garfield_is_bae, 11:43am
Man I love eating tonsil sauce

butterscotch_is_the_best, 11:43am
Ewwww what the hell jake!?

Johnny_ornaldo_is_mine, 11:43am
And yet another day I regret being related to him

Garfield_is_bae, 11:43am
TOMATO SAUCE* I LOVE EATING TOMATO SAUCE
I SWEAR THAT WAS MY AUTO CORRECT

Conner_from_the_corner_store, 11:45am
Oh if you're talking about the ones in your fridge, I exchanged them for maroon paint and food color last time I came over.

The thud of the car doors shutting causes me to jump out of the couch and hurry towards the gate. I skid across the pathway outside my house with my lips tucked into a huge smile as I watch my parents exit their Dark-Blue car with fake mustaches sketched on their faces.

Clearly, their mustaches beat all of ours.

'Mom, dad!' I yell enthusiastically as the three of us collide in a gigantic warm hug.

'You look terrible, darling,' my mum compliments me with adoration flooding her eyes.

'Thanks, mum. It's in my genes.'

I could've sworn I saw my mum's hand twitch to pull out her middle finger but she covers it up with an itch.

'Anyway, onto more mannered subjects like the song stuck in my head,' my mum says out of the blue.

And since she's my mum, she starts singing it, not caring about the fact that we are standing in the middle of the street.

'YOU BETRAYED ME.'

'AND I KNOW THAT YOU'LL NEVER FEEL SORRY,' my dad joins in.

Hey, might as well be weird while I have an opportunity. I really did miss my parents.

'For the way I hurt, yeah
You talked to her
When we were together
Loved you at your worst
But that didn't matter
It took you two weeks
To go off and date her
Guess you didn't cheat
But you're still a traitor,' the three of us screamed; completely off tune.

'Now you bring her around
Just to shut me down,' a feminine voice sounds.
We whip our heads towards the opposite direction to find our neighbor waving a transparent packet, consisting of water with a goldfish engulfed it in, around. She continues singing as my parents encourage her with claps and hoots.
At some point, even her hen exits the house and dances around her feet.

Finally done goofing around, our neighbor starts, 'I'm so glad to see you all are okay. I heard about the fire.'

....
No! she didn't-
SHE DIDN'T-

'Fire?' 'What fire.' My parents look at me quizzically.

Goodbye life.

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KATY'S POV:

Biting into my chocolate croissant, I stumble into my unkempt room. On my way to the bed, I trip over a slippery material sprawled on the ground.

I look down at the purple piece of cloth. 'There you are!' I exclaim snatching the sock from the floor.

I glance at the seventeen sock bunnies stuffed parallel to each other on my dressing table. My eyes move towards the large bed with two small tables flanked on both sides of it. The magenta sheets match the dark pink curtains and red carpet with splatters of pink atop it.

My light brown cupboard decorates the right corner of the room while my study table occupies the left one. Finally my sight fixates on the full-length mirror fixed on the baby-pink painted wall.

I take in my untidy appearance. My black; tangled hair is swirled into a messy bun while a lose trouser and a warm; long sleeved shirt sticks to my body. I watch my unusually large thighs that collide with each other with every step I take. I frown at the belly rolls that are prominent even through the lose shirt I have on. My bloated arms and chubby face further add on to my insecurities. And finally my gaze lingers on my usually big feet.

I pad towards one of the dresser drawers and pull out the orange-yellow sock my grandmother gave me a few weeks before she passed away.

'It's okay to not be okay, dear. I'm here to listen if you want to talk,' my grandmother's warm voice soothes me as tears continue to stream down my plump cheeks.

'I hate the way I look. I hate everything about me. I am always the one left out in the group. I know my friends love me but they'd always choose each other over me. I'm worthless. I'm ugly. I'm fat. I'm miserable, grans. I'm just the overweight girl who no one would bother glancing at.'

'Katy, dear. You're beautiful. I know through your eyes it doesn't seem that way. I know you're struggling and I can't pretend to understand how you must be feeling. Anorexia is a serious disorder and it's completely fine to feel that way.
Beauty is subjective. In your eyes you may see yourself as someone worthless and ugly but in someone else's point of view, you may be the most beautiful woman alive.'

'But grans I'm so broken, no one will ever love me. No one can ever fix me.'

'What is broken doesn't always have to be fixed. Sometimes it's okay to be broken. You don't need to be fixed baby, you just need someone to accept you and your broken pieces and love you for exactly who you are and I believe, I really believe, you will find that someday,' grans says pulling me in for one of her famous hugs.

'Don't ever degrade yourself, baby girl. In my eyes you're perfect. You're strong. You're beautiful. You're independent. You're kind. You see the good in people no matter how bad they get. You always keep believing and hoping. Even when it seems like those dreams will never come true, you still dream and that in itself is something to be proud of,' she continues, weaving her slender fingers through my rough hair. 'I love you, my Katy.'

She had given me those socks because she knew how much I hated my huge, ugly feet. She had said, 'One day, when you're ready, you take these socks off and show the world that you don't need to hide anymore. Show the world that you're beautiful no matter what they say. No matter how long it takes, I know you'll be ready one day. And I'm proud of you for getting through every single day even though it feels impossible.'

I glimpse at the Kintsugi Vase placed at the corner of my study table.

Kintsugi is a form of Japanese art that my grans taught me. We patch up broken pottery together with gold. She showed me how no matter how broken things get, they can still be beautiful.

I hop onto the bed and hug the sock close to my chest. I miss you, grans.

Before I could lose myself in my thoughts, a ding from my phone catches my attention.

'REMINDER: Buy hoodie.'

Oh, right. I tore my favorite hoodie two days ago while searching for my sock in the greenhouse.

I open my chats and scroll to the group chat.

KnUckLeHeADs🤪

Katy_cat, 1:46pm
Y'all wanna go shopping?

I wait for seven minutes. No one replies.
Of course.

Katy_cat, 1:54pm
??

It's_a_holly_jolly_day, 1:55pm
Sorry Kate, my parents came home a while ago and riled me about the fire. And now we are going to some restaurant because my mum apparently wants to prove to my dad that her choice in seafood is better.

Conner_from_the_corner_store, 1:55pm
I wonder why your neighbor would tell your parents about the fire

It's_a_holly_jolly_day, 1:56pm
Wait how do you know my neighbor told- OH MY GOD I HATE YOU CONNER

The conversation shifts and my message remains unanswered.

They left me out of the conversation, again. It's funny how sometimes people listen to you and yet don't hear you at all.

I guess I'll just go alone then.

I shuffle through the cabinet and pop an appetite suppressant tablet into my mouth.

I cover the thick scars sculpted on my hand by pulling the sleeve lower and putting on a pair of shoes, I exit my house.

My keys jingle as I lock the door behind me. My parents kicked me out of my house as soon as I turned eighteen. They help me out financially with my clothes and food but besides that I barely see them. I lived with my grandmother for the last few years, but after her passing away I've been alone. She passed on her house and most of her belongings to me so I don't have to worry about rent.

Hopping onto my car, I revive engine and making sure the snow isn't getting in the way, I drive off towards the mall.

Walking into H&M, I browse through the store and finally get to the hoodie section. Hoodies of different sizes and colors litter the compartments. A green one catches my attention. Silver snake patterns slither their way towards the top. I grab it and enter the trial room.

It is a size too small.
Of course.

'Can you pack one size up of this?' I ask a salesman nearby.

'Sure thing, Miss.'

A few minutes later he returns with a box tucked in a jute shopping bag.

Paying up, I thank him and exit the shop. I peek at the attractive food court but divert my attention, picking my nails. I skid outside the mall.

Driving home, I barge into my room and unpack the box. I hold the hoodie to my body as I stare at myself in the full-length mirror.

He gave me a size smaller.

Why didn't I cross-check in the mall-
What do I do now?
Should I return it?

What if that man is on his second strike and this mistake could possibly get him fired?

But I can't just wear a hoodie a size smaller-

But what if he has tiny twins, Jasper and John, who wait for him at home everyday to bring them chocolates. What if he never finds a job again and Jasper and John starve to death while his wife leaves him?
I can't do that to John and Jasper! They're just kids they don't deserve this. And his wife is probably a wonderful person who wakes up every morning to watch him go to work and cooks him dinner and-

I'll just manage with this size.

Jasper and John, I hope you guys have a bright future ahead of you. Mrs. wife thank you for always supporting Mr. salesman.

I sigh to myself as I hurl the hoodie on the bed and jump on top of it.

Once again, another day of having nothing at all to do.

HOLLY'S POV:

'Your crab looks purple. Mine is better,' my mum remarks, eyeing dad's plate with disgust.

'We ordered the same thing,' he comments.

'Mine is still better.'

gRiLL tHe gOriLLa🦍

Johnny_ornaldo_is_mine, 3:34pm
I really want to ride a horse right now

Garfield_is_bae, 3:34pm
Holly, take us.

It's_a_holly_jolly_day, 3:34pm
Well, I want to ride them too. I really want to go to Luke's place and meet Seirra. She's the most beautiful horse you'll ever see.

butterscotch_is_the_best, 3:35pm
So what's going on between the two of you?

It's_a_holly_jolly_day, 3:35pm
Seirra and me?

butterscotch_is_the_best, 3:35pm
Obviously.
Stupid, you and Luke? Are y'all friends or?

It's_a_holly_jolly_day, 3:36pm
Friends? Pfffft no. He's an annoying jerk and I still blame him for the Katy's sock incident. He just has really good eyes.

butterscotch_is_the_best, 3:36pm
A wise man once said, 'eyes are the window to the soul'

It's_a_holly_jolly_day, 3:36pm
You're so lame -_-
He's just some guy who has extremely beautiful eyes.

Garfield_is_bae, 3:37pm
She says, as a blush spreads across her cheeks.

It's_a_holly_jolly_day, 3:37pm
Shut up. You'd fall in love with his eyes too. They're just really beautiful. The perfect shade of blue with perfect streaks of black.

Johnny_ornaldo_is_mine, 3:37pm
Uh, who's gonna tell her?

Garfield_is_bae, 3:38pm
We don't know what you're talking about, Lydia.

Conner_from_the_corner_store, 3:38pm
Holly, please enlighten us, of exactly what shape are his eyebrows? How many centimeters do his eyelashes measure?

It's_a_holly_jolly_day, 3:39pm
You guys suck.
All I'm saying is that, the dude has gorgeous eyes. It's like looking into a kaleidoscope, the perfect patterns merged to form a glorious masterpiece.

Ryde_me, 3:40pm
Why, thank you, Holly.