This Is The Story Of The Wild One.

(5 AM,
July 26th, 2011.)
(Outside Ashley's car which is parked in front of the police station)
(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119319430)
The questioning went shockingly well. They let me off with nothing but a warning which was awesome. The only reason why they did was because they had never seen me around here before and have never seen me cause any trouble, which is fortunate but the next time I get caught (if I do that is) I won't get off so easy. Also it turns out I wasn't actually vandalising the church but only the wall that surrounds it. On top of all that I told the officer about the guy that brought me here and how overly aggressive he was and she told me that I wasn't the first person to complain about him being violent and that she'd make sure something would happen about it.

So overall I was in a good mood, Ashley on the other hand was not. Not at all. He kept angrily rambling on at me about how graffiti is a crime and that I'm lucky I got away with it and that going out at this time is dangerous blah blah blah.
"Please shut up." I groaned after listening to him for 3 minutes.
"No Max. I won't. I just got called to the fucking police station at 4 in the morning!" He yelled.
I rolled my eyes at him as I walked away to retrieve my lighter and cigarettes that I kicked into the bush earlier.
"And where do you think you're going?" He sneered. He sounded so much like my mother.
"Getting something, fucking hell Ashley." I growled as I went round the corner and picked up my lighter and cigarettes. When I got them I put one in my mouth and lit it just to piss him off that little bit more. I walked back over to him.
"Put that out." He demanded.
"No." I scoffed.
"Why are you being such an asshole?" He hissed.
"Just because someone is acting like an ass doesn't mean they are one."
"I think it does."
"Uh, no. It does not."
"Whatever. Just put that out and get in the bloody car."
"What if I don't want too?" I raised an eyebrow. Annoying him was quite fun.
"Max." He said sternly.
"Fine." I rolled my eyes before taking one last drag and stubbing out the cigarette.
I got in the passenger seat of his fancy-ass car and chucked my skateboard and bag in the back seat.

We were only in the car for about a moment before Ashley started again.
"So are you doing this purely piss me off?"
"Uhm, no. You really think I would risk getting arrested, or getting hurt, murdered, raped, mugged, beaten up or whatever the fuck can happen out there just to annoy you? Not quite." I snapped.
"So why are you doing it?" He asked, slightly more calmly then before we got in the car.
"Ashley, this might come to a bit of a shock to you but believe it or not sometimes people do things that make them happy and that they enjoy." I said trying to come off as sarcastic as possible.
"Well find a something else that you enjoy because you aren't fucking ruining this city by graffiti. It's ugly and makes buildings look awful. Switch to a canvas or something."
I shot him a glare.
"No fuck off."
"What do you think your dad would think about all this anyway?"
"I really would have thought he would have told you." I thought aloud.
"Told me what.."
"Well you're in for a treat."
"Tell me what Max?" He said, frustrated.Ashley is clearly very hot-headed, like me..
"That I've been doing graffiti since I was 12. You have no chance of stopping me." I smirked at his reaction.
"Does your dad know about that?" He questioned.
"Yes he does."
Ashley had nothing else to say.
I sat there looking out my window thinking about home and what I would be doing right now if it wasn't for dad's cancer. Just even thinking about his cancer made me feel sick to my stomach.

A few moments later I felt the car stop. I reached behind and grabbed my skateboard and bag before leaving the car.I followed Ashley up to the front door which was unlocked. I set my skateboard on the deck and walked inside the quite house. When I walked in Ashley locked the front door with the key already in the door and put it in his pocket as if I sneaked out the front door and this is his way of telling me 'don't even think about it'.
I rolled my eyes to myself and walked up the stairs into my room.

When I got in my room I shut my door, threw my bag onto my bed and moved the chair that sat under my desk in front of the door so no one could get in. I went over to my desk and removed all my make up and took down my hair. I then stood in front of the full body mirror that was leaning against my closet door and undressed myself until I was just in my underwear. I stared at the reflection. I hated what I saw.

I had messy wavy black hair (which is naturally blonde but I dye it) with a smallblonde section in my bangs. My hair almost touched my hips. On my face I had few faded bruises from where I got into some fights. As I moved down my bruised and beaten body (most bruises are from falling and just being clumsy in general and a few from fights) I had collar bones that pop like mad, my ribcage looked like a xylophone, my hip bones jutted out and my stomach dipped in. I had a large gap between my thin thighs and bony knees. My arms wouldn't be so bad since I had very obvious muscles but I had a large scar that ran down my whole left forearm. My body look very out of proportion because of my arms but there's not much I could do about that.

-I obviously had a problem. I was diagnosed last December with Bulimia Nervosa but it started at the beginning of last year. I used to have a beautiful figure. I had a minor gap between my thighs, a small stomach, very faint hip and collar bones and I could wrap my two fingers around my wrists and there be little to no room in between. But I could never see that and only thought of myself as fat so I started 'dieting' which very quickly escalated into starving myself. But after a day or so of no food my mind would be screaming at me to eat everything in sight. So I would binge on fatty greasy food but then feel disgusting and fat so I would make myself vomit.
The thing with Bulimia is that once you stick your fingers down the back of your throat you know you have a problem but what I didn't know however was when I noticed the massive drop of weight that I wouldn't be able to stop binging and purging. It becomes a cycle that is extraordinarily difficult to break, it's an addiction. When my dad found out about it he had no clue what to do. He sent me to doctors and forced me to eat, neither of which helped in anyway and in fact made it worse. When I was sent to the doctors they first diagnosed me with Anorexia but then changed it to Bulimia a few weeks later. They also decided that I was most definitely depressed and that I was to be put on medication right away. It was around that time that I started to get panic attacks.

It didn't take dad long to realise that doctor appointments, pills and forcing me to eat was not the way to go about it as it wasn't helping the bulimia or our relationship. So he started with baby steps. At first it was to keep down a piece of fruit, then two, then a sandwich, then a sandwich and a piece of fruit. It worked well and now I can keep down 2 small meals without feeling the urge to purge. Now I don't purge to lose weight I do it purely out of addiction because the feeling I get after is strangely addicting. I feel like I'm in charge of my body, I feel inadvisable. But that emotion quickly fades and I being to feel like utter crap and wanting to binge again
Sadly no matter how recovered I am I will never be able to gain the weight I lost..-

I sighed quietly to myself as I opened my closest and picket out some sweats [http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_69/set?id=122271813]. I put them on and then hopped into my bed.

It took me a while to fall asleep.

Notes

Hey guys:D Still no new computer which sucks but I managed to get another chapter done which took ages due to my laptop being poop.

Also sorry if this is a bit poopxD

But yeahh in this story there will be Bulimia going on but I will always put trigger warnings, promise. Also when I wrote this I did a hell of alot of research on this disorder so I could be as realistic as possible since I have never had an eating disorder.

I hope you guys enjoy and I hope to talk to you sooon with a new chapter:)

Also fun news I'll be seeing BVB on the 4th of October which is super excited as this band is literally my everything<3

Never Give In, Never Back Down and We'll Brave This Storm.
~FlareOfTheDevil~
xxx