EDNOS
Chapter One
"Are you familiar with the term EDNOS?" the lady questioned my parents, eyebrows raised. My mother shook her head and she continued.
"EDNOS eating disorder not otherwise specified." Her eyebrows are still raised and I can't help but wonder if they aren't raised, if they always looked like that. Other than her ridiculous eyebrows she was kinda pretty, in an odd sort of way. She had chestnut hair that was pulled into a tight bun on the top of her head, piercing dark eyes that scared the fuck out of me when they were trained on me for too long, and slim lips that never seemed to crack a smile in the slightest. Overall she didn't look like a nice person. She looked strict. As odd as it may sound what really made me like her was her voice, it was so calming and soothing. It was by far the smoothest sounding voice I have ever heard.
And it was oh so fake.
My mother squinted her eyes shut and started crying, her face twisting in agony as she listened to the lady's words. She leaned into my father, who was sitting right next to her in the cold metal chairs, and hid her face from my view, while I sat across the room on a comfy leather couch.
'You're daughter' this and 'You're daughter' that. Lady, please, leave me the fuck alone.
I wanna go home.
I look over at them to find my fathers brown eyes fixed on me, and my mother out of her seat and curled up on his lap, sobbing.
"I wanna go home," I tell him while glaring into his sympathetic eyes,"the lights are too bright, her eyebrows are too high, this couch-"
The lady touched her eyebrows while scowling at me.
"Just sit tight Emma."
I sigh and lift my legs onto the couch, not caring that my shoes were soaking wet from the rain.
I hear ear the door close and look to see my mother absent and my father talking to Eyebrows over there. He glances at me and offers a small smile, earning nothing but a blank stare from me. He shook the lady's hand and thanked her, then made his way over to me while she began typing at her computer. My father kneeled down when he approached me and smiled before speaking up,
"Hey sweetie, your mother and I have-"
"Lets go already. I'm as tired as fuck." He cringed when I swore, but said nothing.
"Well, we've been talking and we think it would be best if you stayed here for a while. Just until you get better-"
"There's nothing wrong with me," I tell him,"nothing to fix."
"Sweetie, you're eating habits, they aren't normal and they could be life threatening if this goes on any longer." he stared at me with tears in his eyes. "It'll be okay." he murmured, leaning forward to kiss the top of my head. It sounded like he was reassuring himself more than me.
"Where exactly is 'here'? Is it this place? Because I don't want- No, I won't stay here-" I sputter.
"It's a hospital in Monroeville."
"That's like two hours away!" I yell, starting to panic.
Theres no way I'm going to this fucking place, no way.
What's the big deal anyways? So what if I decided to lose a few pounds? It's really none of their concern.
I don't like being fat.
"Well, let's say that I actually am going to stay someplace, why not here?"
"You know how small this hospital is, the one in Monroeville is nicer, bigger, and it with people that have the same problems that you do." he tries sugarcoat it.
"I don't have a problem." I spit through clenched teeth.
He sighs, pinches his eyes shut, and runs a hand through his shaggy brown hair. He opens his mouth, about to say something, when the door opens and in walks my lanky mother.
She's average height and has piercing blue eyes, her originally red hair has been dyed blonde so many times that I've forgotten what it looks like, she has a rather long nose and I'm sure as hell glad I didn't inherit it. She has plump lips that are always covered in a coat of bright red lipstick. Overall she manages to pull all of her features, I can see why my dad married her.
My dad is just fucking tall, lanky, and is as awkward as fuck. He has a rather pale complexion, dark hair, and dark brown eyes. I've inherited his social skills which would explain why I don't have any friends... I cannot see why my mother married him.
We're the Addams family.
My dad thought it would be hilarious to name me Wednesday, so it's a good thing my mom wanted me to be named after her mother. (Whom I've never met)
I glare at my mother as she makes her way over to me. Her eyes are red, and she keeps sniffling. My father stands up and meets her halfway, embracing her in a tight hug. I can hear them mumbling to each other, and my name comes up several times.
"Hey." I call out to them.
They ignore me.
"Hey." I try, louder this time. They both turn to look at me and as soon as I meet my mothers gaze she comes rising over to me.
"Oh my poor baby." She coos, while stroking my hair.
"I wanna go home." I whine, letting a few tears fall.
The guilt trip always works on my mother.
"You're coming home tonight, but tomorrow we have to drop you off."
"You don't have to." I push, waiting for her to crack.
She shakes her head, and I instantly stop crying when I realize it isn't going to work this time.
My mother walks over to Eyebrows and, who has been silently clicking away on her computer. When my mom approaches Eyebrows smiles, and hands her some papers. My father takes his place besides her and they motion for me to follow. I sight and get up, following them out, but making sure to flip off Eyebrows before leaving.
Outside it's pouring rain and my mother and father rush towards the car. I, on the other hand, take my time.
While my parents were warm in the car I was dancing in the rain.
It was just so fucking pretty.
I sigh as I finally approached the familiar red car. My dad was in the drivers and my mom was in the passengers. When I passed my mothers side she cast me a worried gaze, which I ignored.
I yanked the back door open and sprawled across the backseat, not bothering with my seatbelt. It's only a five minuet drive anyways.
My mother looked back at me and smiled. I just stared, her smile soon faded and she kept her eyes ahead the rest of the car ride.
The rest of the ride was silent.
****
Our house was at the end of the block, it's faded white paint is chipping and the yard doesn't look the best. It is the biggest on the block though and the only two story too. The only thing special about it was the front door, which was painted bright red. My dad and I wanted to leave it white, but my mother insisted that red was a better color. One day when no one was home she went and painted it herself. I've grown to like it.
My room was the smallest room upstairs and right across is my bathroom. I have my room painted navy blue and my bed is covered with black. My bed is just a mattress shoved in the corner, nonetheless I wouldn't change a thing when it came to my room. There was one window that overlooked the street and a white dresser that was opposite of my bed. That was it.
And I loved it.
As soon as the car stopped I ran to the front door, yanking it open and not bothering to shut it. I ran to my room and dived under the covers despite my wet clothes. I waited for sleep and dreaded the days to come
"EDNOS eating disorder not otherwise specified." Her eyebrows are still raised and I can't help but wonder if they aren't raised, if they always looked like that. Other than her ridiculous eyebrows she was kinda pretty, in an odd sort of way. She had chestnut hair that was pulled into a tight bun on the top of her head, piercing dark eyes that scared the fuck out of me when they were trained on me for too long, and slim lips that never seemed to crack a smile in the slightest. Overall she didn't look like a nice person. She looked strict. As odd as it may sound what really made me like her was her voice, it was so calming and soothing. It was by far the smoothest sounding voice I have ever heard.
And it was oh so fake.
My mother squinted her eyes shut and started crying, her face twisting in agony as she listened to the lady's words. She leaned into my father, who was sitting right next to her in the cold metal chairs, and hid her face from my view, while I sat across the room on a comfy leather couch.
'You're daughter' this and 'You're daughter' that. Lady, please, leave me the fuck alone.
I wanna go home.
I look over at them to find my fathers brown eyes fixed on me, and my mother out of her seat and curled up on his lap, sobbing.
"I wanna go home," I tell him while glaring into his sympathetic eyes,"the lights are too bright, her eyebrows are too high, this couch-"
The lady touched her eyebrows while scowling at me.
"Just sit tight Emma."
I sigh and lift my legs onto the couch, not caring that my shoes were soaking wet from the rain.
I hear ear the door close and look to see my mother absent and my father talking to Eyebrows over there. He glances at me and offers a small smile, earning nothing but a blank stare from me. He shook the lady's hand and thanked her, then made his way over to me while she began typing at her computer. My father kneeled down when he approached me and smiled before speaking up,
"Hey sweetie, your mother and I have-"
"Lets go already. I'm as tired as fuck." He cringed when I swore, but said nothing.
"Well, we've been talking and we think it would be best if you stayed here for a while. Just until you get better-"
"There's nothing wrong with me," I tell him,"nothing to fix."
"Sweetie, you're eating habits, they aren't normal and they could be life threatening if this goes on any longer." he stared at me with tears in his eyes. "It'll be okay." he murmured, leaning forward to kiss the top of my head. It sounded like he was reassuring himself more than me.
"Where exactly is 'here'? Is it this place? Because I don't want- No, I won't stay here-" I sputter.
"It's a hospital in Monroeville."
"That's like two hours away!" I yell, starting to panic.
Theres no way I'm going to this fucking place, no way.
What's the big deal anyways? So what if I decided to lose a few pounds? It's really none of their concern.
I don't like being fat.
"Well, let's say that I actually am going to stay someplace, why not here?"
"You know how small this hospital is, the one in Monroeville is nicer, bigger, and it with people that have the same problems that you do." he tries sugarcoat it.
"I don't have a problem." I spit through clenched teeth.
He sighs, pinches his eyes shut, and runs a hand through his shaggy brown hair. He opens his mouth, about to say something, when the door opens and in walks my lanky mother.
She's average height and has piercing blue eyes, her originally red hair has been dyed blonde so many times that I've forgotten what it looks like, she has a rather long nose and I'm sure as hell glad I didn't inherit it. She has plump lips that are always covered in a coat of bright red lipstick. Overall she manages to pull all of her features, I can see why my dad married her.
My dad is just fucking tall, lanky, and is as awkward as fuck. He has a rather pale complexion, dark hair, and dark brown eyes. I've inherited his social skills which would explain why I don't have any friends... I cannot see why my mother married him.
We're the Addams family.
My dad thought it would be hilarious to name me Wednesday, so it's a good thing my mom wanted me to be named after her mother. (Whom I've never met)
I glare at my mother as she makes her way over to me. Her eyes are red, and she keeps sniffling. My father stands up and meets her halfway, embracing her in a tight hug. I can hear them mumbling to each other, and my name comes up several times.
"Hey." I call out to them.
They ignore me.
"Hey." I try, louder this time. They both turn to look at me and as soon as I meet my mothers gaze she comes rising over to me.
"Oh my poor baby." She coos, while stroking my hair.
"I wanna go home." I whine, letting a few tears fall.
The guilt trip always works on my mother.
"You're coming home tonight, but tomorrow we have to drop you off."
"You don't have to." I push, waiting for her to crack.
She shakes her head, and I instantly stop crying when I realize it isn't going to work this time.
My mother walks over to Eyebrows and, who has been silently clicking away on her computer. When my mom approaches Eyebrows smiles, and hands her some papers. My father takes his place besides her and they motion for me to follow. I sight and get up, following them out, but making sure to flip off Eyebrows before leaving.
Outside it's pouring rain and my mother and father rush towards the car. I, on the other hand, take my time.
While my parents were warm in the car I was dancing in the rain.
It was just so fucking pretty.
I sigh as I finally approached the familiar red car. My dad was in the drivers and my mom was in the passengers. When I passed my mothers side she cast me a worried gaze, which I ignored.
I yanked the back door open and sprawled across the backseat, not bothering with my seatbelt. It's only a five minuet drive anyways.
My mother looked back at me and smiled. I just stared, her smile soon faded and she kept her eyes ahead the rest of the car ride.
The rest of the ride was silent.
****
Our house was at the end of the block, it's faded white paint is chipping and the yard doesn't look the best. It is the biggest on the block though and the only two story too. The only thing special about it was the front door, which was painted bright red. My dad and I wanted to leave it white, but my mother insisted that red was a better color. One day when no one was home she went and painted it herself. I've grown to like it.
My room was the smallest room upstairs and right across is my bathroom. I have my room painted navy blue and my bed is covered with black. My bed is just a mattress shoved in the corner, nonetheless I wouldn't change a thing when it came to my room. There was one window that overlooked the street and a white dresser that was opposite of my bed. That was it.
And I loved it.
As soon as the car stopped I ran to the front door, yanking it open and not bothering to shut it. I ran to my room and dived under the covers despite my wet clothes. I waited for sleep and dreaded the days to come
Notes
Sorry if it sucks or if it's short or whatevermy head hurts
I'm tired
and I'm grieving over the walking dead :(
feedback greatly appreciated ;)
thanks for reading :)
Thank you :)
11/5/13