chapter 2

skyler
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Skyler
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SK YLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I bolt awake, sitting up too fast for my hangover.
"Ah shit" I say, lowering myself down.
"Skyler!!" I hear before I'm enveloped in a monster hug from by best friend. I hear her sobbing into my shoulder, but I can't remember why....
The previous night comes back to me. I swat away the memories, preferring to just comfort my crying friend. I look around and notice I'm in Kyla's room, lying on her bed.
"I was... snifff... so worried... thash... sniff.... You wouldn't... sniff wake up...." she said between sobs.
"There, there," I said, patting her head. We sat there silently embracing one another.
When she was done crying, she told me that the two guys were actually juvenile delinquents. They were arrested and their trials are supposed to be tomorrow.
"I'm so sorry that I got you caught up in this. It was my fault for bringing you there in the first place."
"Don't sweat it, not like you could know that was happening!" I really didn't want her to feel bad about this. She didn't deserve to be in the dumps over this.
"I know! I'll take you shopping to pay you back!" She seemed excited by the chance to go shopping. I on the other hand was not. I just wanted to go home and sleep. Though, I felt like I needed a friend at the moment to cope with this... stuff going on
right now.
"Alright, wanna go now?" I ask, somewhat reluctantly.
"Yeah, sure."


I've never been the type of person that enjoys shopping. I remind myself of this for the 500th time as I stand in front of the mirror in my soon-to-be-new outfit. The button up shirt I got revealed too much cleavage in my opinion, but I thought the skirt was kinda cute.
"OH you look so adorkable Sky" squealed Kyla. She herself was wearing her new outfit.
"I'm gonna take that as a compliment." I say, not really sure if it was or was not an insult.
We walk out of the store, carrying our bags. We've been shopping for the past hour, and I feel like I'm about to die of boredom.
For the first time all day, I check my phone. I have 42 notifications.
"Oh shit..." I say
"What's up?"
"My mom has been blowing up my phone. I've got to call her."
The second I begin the process of calling my mother, she calls me. Wow she must be worried.
"Hey, Mom."
"SKYLER ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?! ARE YOU HU..."
"Mom, I'm fine. I'm with Kyla at the mall. We were getting new clothes."
"But the police..."
"I'll explain later, just know it's not that big a deal. I'm not in trouble with the cops or anything like that."
"Why haven't you been answering your phone? I've text and called you at least a thousand times!"
"I was busy and my phone was on silent. I'm really sorry momma, I didn't mean to startle you like this. I'm fine I promise."
"Ok hun.... but I want a full story when you get home. You got that? THE FULL STORY!"
"Alright mom! I love you, bye."
"Love you too and enjoy yourself!"
I hang the call up and walk over to Kyla who is patiently waiting at the food court.
"Jeez took you long enough" Kyla complained "I nearly died of boredom!"
"That was like two minutes. Quit whining." Kyla has always been a bit impatient, but it was kinda cute the way she acted. "Come on now, I'm starving" said Kyla. I didn't really notice how hungry I was until she said this.
"Yeah let's get some grub!" I respond
"You sound like an old man" giggled Kyla
"Oh shudup!"


I drove home, stuffed on burgers and milkshake. Kyla and I had parted ways after binging on "comfort food"(really just an excuse to eat). We promised to kick it again sometime that week, but for now I'm looking forward to just going home and sleeping.
My house was empty when I arrived. My parents were probably at work, so I had the house to myself, and I planed to enjoy that to the fullest extent.

You see, I'm far from a stoner. I just like to smoke every once in awhile. And with thoughts of what happened last night floating through my head, I felt like I needed this. My house is somewhat secluded, so I didn't have to worry about the smell, so I smoked a lot. I ordered a large pizza, knowing even though I had just eaten that I'd probably have the munchies after smoking, which I did.

After 30 minutes of smoking, I hear the doorbell ring. I'm so out of it that I forgot that I had ordered pizza. I pull out a 30 and walk up to the door. I open it to see a girl standing at the door.
"Hello. You ordered two extra large pizzas and two orders of breadsticks, right?"
In my inebriated state, I forgot I hadn't ordered that much. I simply nodded and took the food inside. When I returned to pay...
"You already paid, miss. Have a good one!"
I was somewhat confused, but didn't feel like worrying about it. I stumbled into the kitchen and opened one of the pizza boxes. I smiled dumbly at the huge pie. It was a simple pepperoni pizza, with extra cheese. It was one of those pizzas that had garlic on the crust, and you could tell by just how wet it looked. I took the largest slice and examined it with a drunk demeanor. I took one small bite for mankind, and one giant moan for my taste buds. The pizza was absolutely divine! I felt like I had never tasted anything like it. I gobbled up the rest of the slice, savoring the godly status of the pizza. I quickly grabbed a second slice and ate it as fast as the first. This cycle continued with me moaning in pleasure, eating half the pizza in 10 minutes. Looking back on it, I'm glad I lived in a secluded area, or my neighbors probably would have heard me. Yeah, I was that loud.
I slowed down my binge as my high began to fade. With the numbness leaving my body, I began to feel the affects of having so much food in my stomach. After ¾ of the first pie was gone, I seriously felt like I was gonna blow up. The combination of burgers and pizza in my stomach severely distended it, almost to the same size as last...
I had to stop myself from thinking about that. To get my mind off that subject, I quickly began eating another slice of pizza, even with my tummy protesting furiously. I forced the food down my throat, not caring that it hurt. I just wanted to get away. I had to get away.
(Panic attack)
Oh god why me?
Why did this happen?
Did I deserve this?
Oh god this pizza...
Did I do something wrong?
Was it my fault?
More...
Why me?
I NEED MORE!!!!
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