There was no sun, just grey sky. I was completely alone. It was about seven in the morning and I was so fucking tired. I hadn't slept at all. Just sat on my sofa with my head between my knees. The Internet told me to write a diary when I felt like this but that seemed stupid so I just sat.

I saw him about fifteen minutes after I sat down on the stone ledge that jutted out over the deserted football field. He was hunched but tall, his face was pale and his hair was a dyed black, choppy like mine. He looked stunning against the grey backdrop. His black leather jacket was torn and slashed with white paint. He leant against the stands and when he looked at me, his eyes were a burning blue. But his cheeks were hallowed and the eyes seemed haunted somehow, empty and alone. He intrigued me. Somehow, he made me want to stay and listen to him rather than hide. I think that's what forced me to stand up and move. I moved to the stands he was leaning on and sat three rows up from where his fingers gripped the pole. He looked at me and suddenly shrunk into himself, suddenly so vulnerable and scared. I shied away, knowing exactly how he felt but then leaned forwards and spoke. I didn't know what I was doing, my plan was to blend and not be noticed and I was the one starting a conversation with a person I had never met before. Shit. "Are you alright?" He stared at me with the same terror that floods my heart when people speak to me.

Andy's p.o.v
She leant forward and spoke. Her voice was soft and pealing and I was instantly drawn in. That terrified me. I couldn't be drawn in, but she had kind eyes and looked just a vulnerable as I did. My confidence in the silent desolate grounds had gone. She was so intriguing and I was scared of myself becoming close. "I'm ok. Are you?" Friendly conversation, too much. "No." What? This was meant to be small talk, and nobody usually admitted to being not ok. "Neither am I." I looked up at her sitting in the stands , comforted by her soft amber eyes and gentle voice. Her presence relaxed me. She just nodded then stood up and left. I was surprised but just stood back. People disappearing wasn't exactly unusual for me. So I was surprised when she appeared from round the back of the stand to stand next to me. " What's your name?" She spoke so softly, like she understood me. But still looked so uncomfortable. "Andy." She nodded again, a smile fluttering at the corners of her lips, then looked towards the misty horizon. "Is this a conversation?" I watched her spin to face me as I replied with a simple yes. "Ok." She walked around me and leant against the seating barrier about half a meter away from me. And then there was silence.

Ingrid's p.o.v
We both stood in a comfortable silence for around an hour. Just standing together. Then, the mist began to clear and Andy stood up straight. "I'll see you soon." He didn't smile, just stated. I nodded and he walked off behind the stands. I watched him walk until he had disappeared round the corner of a building and then turned back and hurried home.

My apartment was eerily quiet when I got in. I stared at the empty fruit bowl for a second, then opened the cupboard and cleared its contents into the bowl, on show. Now there was 3 granola bars, an apple and vitamin c tablets. A perfect amount. I grabbed a butter knife and cut the apple into quarters, wrapping cling film around 3 of them and biting into the other. I hated the taste of food, the feel of it in my mouth but I swallowed anyway. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate. I tried so hard to think of Andy, his terrified eyes, his skinny waist, his handwriting on the key. How he was just like me. But I didn't want him to be like this. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. Just stay calm.
In a sudden lurch, my stomach over turned, rejecting the apple and I strode to the bathroom, a hand over my mouth. The apple was gone in one choke but I kept lurching and retching until my body was satisfied. Closing the lid of the toilet, I hunched on the floor, my back curled. I had trained myself to reject food, to reject help and reject people. And I couldn't get that out. The only thing I couldn't force out of myself was what I forced in. My body shook and I tilted my head back. Tears streamed like blood down my cheeks and I stifled a sob. Nobody could hear me, my bathroom was in the middle of my apartment, my bedroom and the living room on either side. But I couldn't see myself naked, couldn't see the lines I carved into myself every day, let alone hear myself cry.

Notes

:) Sorry for bad wording. Frozen computers are SO annoying :(