fast food

Fast food

 “I can’t remember ordering fast food.” Emmet announced as he pealed the pancake off of his face and whipped it with one of his long sleeves. “Anybody here pray for flying pancakes?”  The whole table including staff erupted into hysterical laughter apart from me as Emmets gaze swept the room for the plate-less patient before finally landing on me.

I headed under the table and into a tight ball before he could say another word and before Crystal could lunge off her seat and kick my ass halfway into next year.

“If you didn’t eat all the shit they put in front of you it would have never have come to any of this Mia and you could be smaller now, not so fat that you can’t even curl up properly anymore. You are disgusting Mia. It would take bleach to scrub out those insides and make them shiny again. Your fat! Fat! Fat! Fat!

I squeaked as the voice imploded inside of my head and filled up my body. I clawed at the top of the table until my fingers hit the supports and the fingernails bent back making the blood spill down the side of them in droplets. I screeched again at the pain before it blocked in my throat and made me cough until I gagged.

“Mi, it’s Ok, you’re not in trouble but it is time to get out OK.” I could see the blurry outline of Emmet on his tummy from the right side of me but it wasn’t right and before I could make myself react to him his body morphed into a girl I had never wanted to see near me again. A girl that I hoped I had laid to rest after the last time I had seen her as clearly as this.

“Come with Me Mia, it’s all Ok. I can make it perfect again. I can make you skinny. I can make it all better again; I am your friend, your very best friend. I Love you.”

I screamed again scrambling away from the hallucination before it once again turned back into Emmet in front of me. I pressed my hand into his so he could drag me out from under the table and into the swirling corridor where the walls melted into funny shapes of Sophie, Brian, Joe, mum…

“ Mi! Mi! Focus on my voice! Where do we need to go to Mi? Where do you need to be?”

“ECA!” I shouted before thinking. “Please ECA me!”