(Esmee) An extension of me (Mi's side)

An extension of me

Esmee

“Ok I get it isn’t very ice cream weather but I love there ice cream here and as you demanded I took you for food I thought why not.” Emmet smiled getting back into the car with a smile before he handed over an ice cream cone of whippy ice cream.

I had expected Amy to spark off completely in the face of such a surgery treat but she seemed to remain silent which worried me more because it left me to fill in her voice, to wander what she would say after I had eaten the damn thing, to wander weather there would be an opportunity for me to puke it up somewhere afterwards.

“You have to stay with me afterwards OK, wherever I go; including the bathroom, for at least an hour.” I gulped before I started delicately licking at the ice cream trying to avoid Emmet’s gaze that lingered upon me.

“Talk to me,” he said gently placing his hand on my leg making all the muscles tighten into a ball and my back arch uncomfortably against the seat, I felt Emmet flinch at my movement too but he only faltered for a second then continued. “You need to tell me what she says, what she want’s you to do and weather you think you are going to do it or not, so at them moment what with your last request I am thinking she is probably asking you to make your self sick, right?” Emmet asked his voice as level and as normal as if he where asking me what was my favourite colour was and not what the voices in my head where telling me to do.

“She isn’t saying anything.” I confirmed taking slightly bigger mouth full’s of the ice cream that was in my hand. Maybe I had imagined her, maybe it was all a dream and I had lost the weight because I had to be more active now that I was potty training Mia and maybe I had just gone off of the taste of butter; after all size 10 wasn’t that tiny was it?

“Size 10 small, you thin that’s small, you think that’s good enough? There was a time you strived for perfection, a time when a size four was something you strived towards not shyed away from, I could get you there again Esmee, I could make you perfect.”

“You almost killed me!” I snarled almost dropping my ice cream on the floor after the same voice floated though me again and that was when it struck me, Amy had my voice she super soft with en edge of bitterness, when I had seen her before she had always looked like my dream version of my self and that was all she was now or ever was; a part of me, just another Esmee, an Esmee I didn’t like.

“I almost killed my self.” I moaned.