Monday. I woke up, the touch of the sheets made my arms hurt a bit. I didn't wanted to get up. I didn't had the strength, I felt weak. Emocionally. I groaned, took a deep breath and got up. I went to the bathroom and I looked myself in the mirror while I took my clothes off. Shit, I was fat. I dropped a tear and entered the shower, to try to stop thinking. When I finished my shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and headed to my room. I wasn't in the mood to dress fancy, so I took the liberty of not wearing any makeup, and I let my hair dry naturally, without caring how it looked like. I picked some half-black, half-white pants, my purple vans and a Marilyn Manson shirt. I drank a grapefruit juice, it's said that it help you to lose weight. When I was done, I grabbed my purse, which wasn't big because I didn't need many things, only a little diary, just in case, a pen, tissues, the keys and my phone. I exited the house and headed to work. I liked my job, it helped me a lot to clean my mind.
When my lunch time was almost finished, my phone buzzed. It was a text, from Mike. ''Where are you?'' it said.
''Why?'' my answer. After I sent it, I felt kinda mean for answering so shortly. Fucking stupid Gina.
''I need to see you''. I answered my work adress and told him that I'm there until 5. He told me that he was going to pick me up. I didn't answer anything else. The rest of the day went relatively fast. Mainly because I was scared. I was scared of what could happen with my ''relationship'' with Mike.
At five o'clock, he was there. I couldn't help but smiling when I saw him, but it was a sad smile. He did the same. ''Hey, pretty girl'' said in a kinda low sad voice. I smiled. I loved when he called me 'pretty girl'. He softly kissed my cheek. I wanted to cry, I loved him, and the thinking that I could lose him scared me. After all, I had faith that he was the one that could save me.
We got into his car and he drove to a random park. We were silent. There wasn't many people in the street, and the park was empty. We exited the car and sat on a bench. It was a cold afternoon, but there was sun were I was sitting, so I wasn't that cold. I was looking at the ground, and I could felt that he was staring at me. A few silent seconds passed, that felt like years for me, until he spoke. ''So... what happened to you yesterday?''. I don't even looked at him. I felt how my tears began to form in my eyes. I didn't answer him. ''Look, I know that we barely know each other, but I really want to help you. I love you, and I want you to be happy, okay? So, please, what's going on?'' God, he was cute. ''You can trust me'' he whispered. I smiled and a tear rolled down my cheek. I took a deep breath and started. ''First of all, I'm not what I look like. I didn't want you to find out this yet, because I was afraid of how you could react, but yeah, I fucked up again. I'm also a little afraid of open up to people, I had a hard time with that in the past, and I don't think I can stand that again'' He just stared at me. I stopped for a few seconds, he put a hand in my shoulder, and then rubbed my back a little. ''You can trust me, dollface, I'd never let you down. What happened to you yesterday?'' I took another breath, trying to calm me down, since a few more tears were wetting my face now. ''Well, I can't just tell you what happened yesterday, I have to tell you my whole life story'', I said, sobbing a little. ''I have a lot of time'', he said. There was sadness in his voice. I had nowhere to run. This was it.
''Well, I had a friend in high-school. The prettiest girl I've ever met. Everybody loved her, and all the boys wanted her. She was very innocent, short, beautiful, huge boobs, tiny waist, the perfect girl. And I was a ugly, weird and awkward whale. Well, like now, but my hair was brown'' he smiled with that last part, but he looked hurt and concern. ''Somehow, she felt like nobody wanted her, when actually, only her crush didn't wanted her, so she starded losing weigh, and when that wasn't enough, she started purging. Everybody was at her feet, everybody loved her and cared about her. And it didn't actually got to me, until in the third year of the high-school, we liked the same guy, a mutual friend. We spent a month of only talk about him and how cute he was and all, until a girl told him that we both liked him. A day later, he started dating this friend I'm talking. She was happy, and I was devastated. I felt like I was not good enough, and I'm sure I wasn't. He could choose any of us, and he chose her. Obviously, because she was a lot prettier, and skinnier, and innocent, and I was a yeti. I got very depressed, but everybody told me I was overreacting and trying to get attention because I was jealous, so-'' I couldn't finished my story because I was crying hard. When I tried to keep talking, Mike shushed me, pulling me into a tight hug, that lasted a few minutes. When I calmed down a little, he wiped my tears as he whispered to my ear: ''You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, Gina, you're funny, you're pretty, you're so cool, yes, you might be kinda tall for most of the people, but your heigth is perfect for me, but anyway, your legs are amazing, because you're amazing'' he made a little pause ''you're perfect. And I'm so sorry if I made you say things that maybe you didn't wanted to tell me. Take your time, but trust in me. I won't let anything or anyone hurt you. I want you to be happy... because you deserve it.'' My heart was melting. He lifted my face and kissed me. I felt it was an honest kiss. We just stayed there in silence until I completely stopped crying. He lifted me up, and we headed to the car. He drove to his house, in absolut silence, but it wasn't awkward at all. When we arrived, we got in and he guided me to his room, without saying a word. We lied down in his bed, we huddled together, and started watching Harry Potter. We both loved it. Not long after, I fell asleep. I felt safe.