| What Friends are For |
| As I hung my head over the toilet a million thoughts ran through my head. I glanced at the precious tooth brush in my hand as tears poured down my pale cheeks. I glared at the toothbrush, I knew what it was for. It had a specific purpose. I gripped it tightly as I put it in my mouth. There was always the worse part of this procedure. The gagging, and of course the disgusting after taste. As the toothbrush neared my throat I began to cough. My post meal ritual was interrupted by a sudden banging on the bathroom door. "Donna! Open the door!" He yelled. I sat very still from shock. He could never see me like this. "Uh, Just a second!" I said getting up quickly. Before I had time to do anything he opened the door. His blue eyes were full of dissappointment. As he stared at me I saw puddles begin to fill his eyes. "What are you doing?" He asked, but he knew exactly what I was doing. "I'm... I was just uh... brushing my teeth." I said as I wiped away the tears and help up the toothbrush. "In the toilet?" He asked smartly. "JC! This is none of your business! Get out NOW!!" I yelled angrily. "What do you mean this in none of my business! You're my best friend!" He yelled in return. "How the hell can you call yourself my best friend?!?! You're never here! I see you like once a year!!" I yelled in his face. He didn't say anything. It was as if a wave of guilt washed over him and left him partly drowned. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" He asked barely above a whisper. "Jace. I... I don't like myself. I wanna change. I'm sick of being ugly and fat!" I said. "Donna! You're not ugly and you're sure as hell not fat. And shoving a toothbrush down your throat isn't going to help!" "JC! Just leave!" I said angrily. Tears were crashing down my face like large tital waves. The tears were uncontrolable. "No" He said simply yet firmly. "JC, I want you to leave!" "Well, too bad. I'm not going to. Don, you need help." "No, I don't! JC, I want you to leave. I hate you! I never want to see you again in my life!" I wailed. He still wouldn't budge. "You don't hate me" He said. "Yes I do! And I want you to leave! You're the most horrible person in the world! And I wish I would have never met you!" He stood in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest as I verbally abused him. He didn't saying a word. "Are you done verbally assulting me?" He asked. "JC! Don't try to be funny! because-" He cut me off. "I'm not trying to be funny." "Then what the hell do you want?!?!" "I want you to listen to me and get some help." He said calmly. "You are the one that needs help!" I yelled. "Donna! Just listen to me! Sit down and shut up. " He ordered. I sat down on the toilet seat. "What do you wanna say?" I asked with a sigh. "I just wanna say... I don't know how freakin' long this has been going on but it has to stop! Don, do you know how bad this is? You'll be screwed up for life." JC started. "I already am screwed up for life!" "No you aren't! And you don't need to change. You're beautiful the way you are. You don't need to be a size 0 to be beautiful, because you already are." "JC..." I started. "I'm not done yet. Don, you really have to get help. I know I haven't been the best friend I can be lately and I'm sorry, but I want to help you with this. You know I love you. You're my best friend. I just don't want you to get hurt." By this time the tears which had dried up returned and flowed freely down my face. He bent down and held me in a hug. His hugs were warm and brotherly like, and I missed them "Promise me you'll get help." He said "I promise" I said into his shoulder. "You know I'm always here if you need me. I'm always atleast a phone call away and If you need me I'd be on the first flight out here." "I know" I said. "Ok because after all... What else are friends for?" He said and pulled me in for another warm hug |
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