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Demented ➳ h.s [Editing Starting Soon]

Food Poisoning

CHARLOTTE'S POV
THE NEXT DAY...

"You sure you don't want anything before I head out?" Liz asked with worry written all over her face. I somehow shook my head and used the arm that was draped over the edge of the bed to pull back my hair for another puking episode. She nodded and held the hair for me. Sometimes you might get lucky if you don't get food poisoning from the take-out. Today wasn't my lucky day. The door made a small creaking sound as Liz closed it and the struggle she had to close the front door was unreal. We both knew we needed oil for the hinges but we could never get around to it. Taking this sick day from work also gave me time to look over my notes and record the progress for Harry. Hopefully he gets a good therapist today and doesn't snap at him or her too much.

My bag sat in the corner of the room, brooding. Considering my illness, the corner of the room seemed ever so far away. Since I'm the only one in the apartment, I found myself crawling to the corner and eventually picking myself up along with my bag. I searched through the contents to find ripped out notes and my notepad along with a pen and a chart. Harry's name was written across the board and I sat cross-legged on the bed to start pin pointing exactly when and where he was making progress. Since I'd only had Harry for two days, I didn't have much to write about other than the fact he has the ability to practically do mind control.

My eyes were drooping from missing so much sleep throughout the night due to the food poisoning and my stomach was hanging on by a thread. Thus causing me to fall over into a better state of mind and the missed hibernation. After waking up, I threw up again and found that the taste is my mouth was beyond horrid and had to brush my teeth to rid of the scent and taste of puke and morning breath. When I looked in the mirror, I was slowly starting to realize that I couldn't recognize myself. Death isn't something you celebrate. You don't celebrate the death of your worst enemy.

Written in the cracks of my soon to be dry skin was unhappiness. Smiles and laughter has hidden the unhappiness for a while but I'm running out of masks for the depression. I've used them all. Anger, happiness, smiles, laughing, nights out, alcohol. There's nothing left to rely on except to just fall into the deep abyss of depression. Normally depression could be caused by other people and in this case, those other people were long gone. My grandparents might as well be gone too considering they want nothing to do with me in the line of work that I'm in.

I miss them dearly but knowing that they want nothing to do with me puts my plans on visiting or even calling to a halt. My phone rang and Frankie's name came up. My brother. "Charlotte, how're you doing?" I coughed accidentally in response, "Food poisoning again?"

"Mm," I responded. Stalling. That's all I ever do when I call Frankie or when he calls me because he always asks if I want to come back home, knowing my response. He doesn't like Liz at all. No one knows exactly why they've always been at each other's throats but it seems to be the fact that he thinks she's a delinquent and deserves to be in jail. Although her appearance is quite edgy, Liz could possibly be one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. Carrying on, he continued asking me if I wanted to come back and I kept responding with my usual 'no'.

"Come on, Nonna needs you," he said, referring to my grandmother whose only known illness is asthma.

"She's fine," I looked back at my chart, "listen, I gotta go. I'll call you later," I lied and hung up. After finally recovering from my episodes of emptying my stomach from weeks ago, I got up to eat something. The constant losing any food in the past month to a garbage can left me dizzy and starved. Just as though the day couldn't get any worse, my phone rang again but it wasn't Frankie this time. It was Liz, "Hel-"

"Char, we need you here. Harry is insane and going off on the substitute therapist and-- just get here now!" She yelled and the line went dead. I whispered a profanity under my breath and threw on my newly washed uniform, not bothering to shower and got a chocolate chip granola bar.


"I'm here, I'm here!" I panted, rushing through the door. Liz pointed to my appointed room and I ran in to find Harry calmly sitting in his chair. Legs spread and right hand rubbing his chin, contemplating his surroundings. "But Liz said you were going off," I closed the door behind me and practically threw my coat on the floor. In my hurry, I'd forgotten basically everything. That includes my charts and notepad.

"I wasn't going off. I was only explaining to the woman that certain subjects shouldn't be brought up unless by someone special but she insisted on talking about it," he shrugged and sat forward in his seat.

A dent in his cheek was an obvious sign that he was trying not to laugh at my horrid appearance once I'd sat down, "You two look alike," he looked at me with a confused expression, "you and Gemma. You two look alike."

"How did you meet her?"

"She's the one that served me this morning's death," I joked, referring to my food poisoning. Just thinking about it made the nauseous feeling come back. He nodded.

"How's she doing?" His eyes glistened at the fact that I'd met possibly the last family member he'd been in contact with.

"Well she looked okay physically but probably not mentally since she wouldn't admit that she knew you. And she works at a Chinese take-out service," I tried joking but he wasn't having it. Harry was so intrigued, "She hates you doesn't she?" He nodded. I found a pen and stared jotting notes on a scrap piece of paper from the garbage bin. "Why?"

"Because she believes the bullshit going around the news. And it must suck for her, Mum, Dad, and even Robin. They have to probably move to a different country, possibly America because everyone thinks I would do that to those poor women and I didn't lay a finger on a single one of them!" He collided his fist with the hard wood desk but I didn't flinch, not at all. Maybe it was because he was admitting what he said he never would, his innocence.

Notes

So a little short chapter but I have a Tumblr now with basically Hariana, Ariana Grande, and One Direction plus a little of my favs on the side (ex: Audrey Hepburn) so I can possibly get into the clique *silent, boring cheers* yeah. You can find it HERE if you'd like. I just updated it so the whole views count is a off by maybe 20 or so but it's cool, I don't care. I'll maybe be updating again today so yeah. HAPPY 2K14 THO. I sat around my house and got fat, what did you guys do? Let me know.

Comments

@Hopeless Directioner
Actually, the whole summary is different. I made up a quote that may or may not go into the story and just the basic summary isn't even a summary, it's suspenseful. Again, I hope you like the new version as much as you liked the old.

svmmertime svmmertime
5/18/14

@Hopeless Directioner
Some will be minute but most will be obvious. Some conversations are edited so that Harry is more closed up. All in all, the story will be longer. There is a new introduction and just a bunch of things I wasn't comfortable with. A lot of editing was needed and the cover was terrible. And so, the edited first chapter is up along with a new introduction. I really hope you like it, darling x

svmmertime svmmertime
5/18/14

@wonderful .
I'm excited to see how it'll be revised! Will the changes be minute or obvious?

@Hopeless Directioner

I will be editing and taking out and adding in parts. Honestly, Demented went waaay too fast in my opinion, and with the plagiarism and all, I found that I really want to rewrite it anyway. I will obviously be keeping this version up but I have already started the new version and the whole first chapter is different. I just think the story could have stretched at least to 35 chapters or more. Again, this WILL stay up, but the new version will be posted separately. Mind you, it will take at least a few months for me to do it since I have other stories, but I'm sick from school today so I'm going to continue. I was hoping everyone would like that it's being revised and bettered a bit, do you?

svmmertime svmmertime
5/16/14