Friday, 14 October 2011

(Esmee) The war returns (Mi's side)

The war returns

Esmee


I sprinted the rest of the way back to Emmet, this time I was sure it was not about calories it was about running away or if that failed finding a soldier to help fight the battle. If Amy was back a war was coming; a nasty bloody war and I needed all the people I could get my hands on to help me take her down before she drove me to the very edge again.

Not even bothering to slow down I ploughed my body into Emmet’s as I reached the unit again and held on as tight as my body would allow me to. He was my real saviour, here was my true friend not Amy and I had to remember that, above all else Emmet had to remain more powerful then the voice inside my head.

“We have to go and get something to eat!” I finally blurted at him after a few more moments of holding onto him tightly.

“Umm what?” Emmet asked regarding me like he was worried that I might have actually just made the transition into crazy town in the last few minutes and maybe he was right after all Amy was a hallucination nothing more then that yet I was hearing her again which in short meant I was actually psychotic; my stomach drooped.

“I’ve lost weight! I’ve been running again and a few mornings ago I “slipped with my tooth brush so it just happened to activate my gag reflex which happened to make me sick, I have stopped having butter on my toast in the mornings and I was in step away from throwing a victory parade when I got my ass back into my size 10 jeans!” I shouted loudly stamping my foot against the floor in a protest to my racing thoughts “I would hazard a guess that if I don’t fight this now I am about three six months away from being diagnosed with Anorexia or bulimia again so you have to go and get something to eat with me right now!”

Emmet first went a shade of pale that I thought only Lauren could pull off convincingly when she was faced with a loot of blood and then a greyish green as he stared into my eyes his hands shaking as he put both of his hands on my hips; feeling for bones.

“I’ll go and sign us out,” he swallowed.

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