you left the girl with nothing ch 2 I was sitting in the Passangers seat of Logans car. It was mid march and it was kinda humid for the fact that it was raining this moning. I was nearly dripping sweat because Logan wouldn't turn the air conditioner on. "Pleaseeee." i begged. "No copeland, if you're cold take your hoodie off." fuck, he had probably figured out what happend earlier. "fucker." Logan ment the world to me. He was the only one ever around to care about what i did or how i harmed my body. My mom is clueless. I am recovering from a eating disorder and she is just now finding out about it. She seriously doesn't care. I work my ass off to give her what she wants. She wants a happy go lucky peppy dance daughter. Instead she got me. She got a daughter who trains with a 29 year old art school drop out dancer instead of a professional. The lady i trained with was perfect, or at least in my eyes she was. She had long dark brown hair with white bangs, she had her ears streched to a zero, she was extremly tall like me, she had two tatoos. One of the dark mark from harry potter on her wrist and another on her hip dedicated to her brother who lost his #life defendig our country. She was what i wanted to grow up to be. "Copeland, are you alright?" i jumped a little bit, Logan had caught me off guard. "oh yeah im fine, just thinking." he looked like he knew i was lying. "Copeland let me see your arm." "no" "now dammit copeland, i love you so much do you have any idea how much this hurts me?" "im sorry" "cope, dont be sorry, just tell me what made you do this." "her, she did." i glarred at him so he knew who i was talking about. "you're gonna cave into HER.!" "yeah Logan, im gonna cave into anybody who rights dyke, cunt, whore, bitch and all the other things on my locker. Yes i am." "copeland, you're better than that." "ha, well i doubt it Logan." He pulled up at my house. I leaned over to kiss his cheeck and to tell him that i was sorry before i ran out of his car into my weird lonely perfect for me house.