Dream of Demons [Michael Guy Chislett] While You Sleep--09

The next few months were dull.
I hardly felt like myself, yet something was familiar about my lifestyle.
It was almost comforting to fall into those habits again, except for the part of me that was screaming about Lauren, the girl I met when I first went to the hospital and who died a little while later.
I didn't want to end up like her and I very well knew that I could, but I couldn't stop myself.
It was comforting, but at the same time, it was terrifying.
It was like the train wreck you watch but can't stop.
My mom had convinced me to take online college classes, so I wouldn't be just wasting my time. Well, she wanted me to go to the university and take them there, but we compromised.
My dad also gave me a small job working at the company he owned, so I had office hours to keep me busy too.
In truth, I think my parents were trying to get me to make my life here so I wouldn't move back to LA with Michael when the tour was over.
I couldn't be mad at them for that; they wanted the best for me. Besides, what if something happened between Michael and I? It was nice to have something I could count on in Chicago.
Not that I wanted anything to happen between us. I was so in love with him and I was sure he was with me.
But you have to be prepared for these things.
And I know I was getting thinner. I was starting to look sickly again, which I countered, only halfway successfully, by hitting up the gym everyday, eating mostly healthy food except for my binges, and buying some new clothes that fit better so that nothing looked baggy on me.
Not the best, but I didn't want to worry anyone.
Michael and I talked almost every day, and not one word was spoken about the two-week fight we had back in LA before the tour.
Not a word was spoken about whether he was 'worried' or not about me, or the 'coffee meeting' I had with my brother that started the whole fight.
It was a relief, yet that one part of me was screaming at myself to bring it up; to bring all of it up and put it all on the table.
One thing was for sure: if I didn't figure this out, I was going to need serious help.
And that scared me.
A lot.
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One morning, I got up from bed and traveled down the stairs, smelling pancakes and coffee.
Yeah, like my favorite meal ever.
"Good morning, Mom." I yawned, picking up a plate and bringing it to my seat at the table.
Turning around to get coffee, I saw my mom looking at me weird.
"Have you been losing weight, Chloe?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
I didn't let my shock show; in fact, I was very cool about it.
"No, Mom. It's just these are Mike's old sweatpants. They're huge on me." I continued with a joke about pancakes (clever, huh?) and to top it all off, a compliment on my mom's dress.
"Oh Chloe, I know your kidding! Listen; don't forget that the boys are coming here this time next week. If you're planning on going back to California with that boyfriend of yours, be packed."
I think I nearly pissed my pants when my mom said that.
They were coming this soon?!
I couldn't believe I had forgotten.
I couldn't even finish my breakfast. I ran up to my room as quickly as I could and looked myself over in the mirror.
Was I ready to see them?
More importantly, were they ready to see me?

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