purge.

[blakey //]

Blake looked down at his arms and chuckled lightly. He couldnt help it. In thier time apart he had gotten bigger and she had gotten small. It came with working on the ranch. He wasnt like some guys who spent all thier time in some gym working out jus to impress people. Blake actually worked. Well there you go. hard work pays off.

It was good to see her smile. She looked too cute like that, like a little kid. But he had to keep in mind Makla was anything but inossent. Yeah. So what have you been up to lately while I was far off in the states?

[makla.]

well makla did work out, but her work out was the throwing up, the not eating and constantly running work out. that is what constantly stayed inside her mind. run, do not eat, throw up what you try to eat, she was becoming so self refraint that is could kill her if she took it any further. makla only was 5'3 and she weighed 92 pounds. thats pretty bad considering she was 109.

nothing really, watching sephy and jay have fun. clean the house, watch toronto.

lie, DING DING. the meter was going off, and she was fooling him so far. inside evil laugh began but outside, where blake could see- the normal giddy smile, til she realized her horse was still waiting for her. ehh!. that smile turned into crooked grin

[blakey //]

Blake looked sideways at her. Makla Makla, why lie? He was her friend...if she was having a a problem he was supossed to be there for suport. Granted he had been gone for a long time but he was here now- that had to count for something. He met up with Jay a day or so ago. He got to see little Sephy too. No Makla. Yeah Blake knew. It hurt him to sit here and have his friend lie to his face.

He pushed himsel fup and brushed his pants off, standing. He looked down at her tiny figure. Makla... He started quietly, wondering how to word it so she wouldnt freak. I know you've been gone...just like I have

[makla.]

I lied. I lied to make myself look good.
Makla told herself that, and it was the truth. More then anything in the world, She would give to go back and replace that fight they had to happiness and maybe She wouldn't feel like such a bitch right now, Feel so down and pathedic. Why did she come back?

Ye-

Dead stop as Makla glanced up to Blake. Everything came back, and it created the heart beat to rise. Breathe, don't panic for it can cause her fatal attack. Something was up when She heard her name in that tone. She took a deep breathe, but she still was panicing inside. Her heart rate beating fast against her ribs.

he told you.

now makla kept herself lower then ever. She didn't move from the concrete, She sat there in such disgrace of herself. Inside her mind, Everything began to ignite and the building burned her childish past, and her down

[blakey //]

Blake looked down at her solomnly and nodded. He fell back down onto his knees beside her and lowered his head for a moment. From the moment Jay told he had been thinking about what to say to Makla whenever he met up with her again. But hadnt expected it to be so soon. Makla, me and you both left when we were needed most and I should of been there for you- and Jay. but I wasnt. I'm not superman, I cant be in two places at once. But I'm here now so you need to talk to me so I can help...I dont like seeing you like this He ddint like seeing Jay like that either. Makla was so tiny now. Blake had noticed. He just wanted to help. He couldnt make it all better but sometimes, just being there was enough

[makla.]

makla was startled at first, seeing blake fall back down next to her. not actually fall, but close enough to startle her heart up. her hand covered her heart for second, if blake payed enough attention he could see her keep on doing this, covering the panic and trying to breathe. the small mouth of hers took slow breathes in and out, why was this happening? inside that fire was gone, but inside she was panicing from all this happening. stop, the colored pools of hers started to tear alittle, and makla leaned up and her arms went around blake. she couldn't tell him, but she could atleast let him know it was okay.

i should of never left him blake, but i was so frustrated with him. something is wrong with me, because i couldn't take being there with him and her, so i left and yeah. i feel horrible because of it, i'm a mother and i did this. jay shouldn't trust me anymore, i don't even know what i've become.

[blakey //]

Blake looked down, over to the broken glass. He needed something to focus on because right now he couldnt look at her. But he did notice her little jerk. Makla was jumpy. He couldnt place his finger on it..something wasnt right. Well of course he knew that. She had left without a trace- left Jay and her little girl. Something obviously was wrong, but also he sensed it was something physical. He felt her arm go around him. He put one arm over her tiny frame, almost like a protective shelter. Compared to an average person he was normal but compared to Makla, he was huge.

What coudl he say to her. Tell her everything was ok? That would be a lie. Jay and the little girl were sitting probably in some house (or barn, which ever came first) alone. Sephy didnt have a mom right now and she needed one. Jay needed Makla, whether he thought so or not. Blake needed her. He wanted his old friend back. He smoothed down her blonde hair, which he was still trying to get used to and hushed her. He had heard eough for one day and for now he just wanted to enjoy the quiet

[makla.]

everything was something.
something that created a jolt in her body, and when anorexia took over- things happened, people lost control, people died. and like makla, people went crazy. the broken glass a few feet away sparkled in her pools, and it shown the side of her no one saw. it was the only thing she saw, broken down and useless.

makla already saw jay, and sephy- but something was wrong. her daughter just didn't feel for her mother- and being a mother, makla sensed it, and she sensed how ehr daughter really didn't remember her. jay raised her more then makla ever had. feeling blake hold her, brought a smile to her heart. it felt close enough to happiness for her but the bones, she prayed he wouldn't feel. makla's face rested against blake's shoulder and she calmed down. this helped her, her heart rate slowed down and the silence was peaceful and makla was finished with an attack.

[blakey //]

Blake felt Makla's tiny frame shutter. The sucpision in his mind was growing bigger and bigger. Something was wrong- physically- with her. She was too tiny. Sickly looking with pale pale skin. Even her eyes were different. When Makla smiled they glowed and if she wasnt happy, she was mad- even then they held some spark in them. But now they were just dull. He gave her a gentle shake with his hand on her side. You ok? He asked, really meaning it. no more lies, please

[makla.]

an excuse for pale skin; makla stayed inside those 6 months and sometimes she applied whitish make up, to make her look more like a ghost. it wasn't just her physical form being destroyed, her mental ability, it wasn't stable. skinny well, what could she say- makla didn't even knwo of herself being that anorexic but she knew something was wrong? teeth nipped her lip alittle, biting in frustration "what do i even say" she thought to herself, and let her right arm let go of blake and it fell to her side, speak up silent girl.

yeah, why

makla was confused, she didn't understand his "you ok" because it could mean what she did to jay or something else. her voice was quiet and silent after that. maybe he would explain more to her

[blakey //]

Ok, dumb question. He knew she wasnt ok. But he ddint mean it like that really. He just ment something physical. She was, or had been, shaking. And she was so tiny. He felt her arm leave his side and he leaned back resting his weight on his hands, carefl to avoid any scattered glass pieces.

She had already lied once to him in the short time they had been speaking so this time he was going to make absolutly sure. Youre so tiny now...you're not sick or anything right? That would be a good reason to leave. If she was just really sick. Mentally sick...Blake already knew that. Makla did drugs and she cut. Well he didnt know if she had stopped but she used to. And there's nothing wrong with it, but it can be helped. Maybe thats where she had been. He needed to ask sooner or later

[makla.]

cold chill; makla'sfigured shivered alittle and her hands were both rubbing her arms as she tried to stop the chill. it was gone, and makla could act like nothing was wrong. her dull colored eyes glanced up to blake and she answered him, the best she could in a quiet toned voice.

not that i know of blake,
I just lost weight, I worked out alot I guess

So Makla questioned herself when She said that. Blake would see the confusion on her face as her smile was slightly pondering. Help? yes makla needed it more then anything, But she wouldn't place herself into that

[blakey //]

Mail from here to his dad took too long and the phone bill was outrageous, so the best way to keep in touch was email. Blake made a mental note to look up at few symptoms that Makla had when he used to compute rlater that night to check his email. He couldnt help but worry for her.

Nodding, he looked down, quiet now. The faint sound of a horse snorting was heard and he looked over at her. How did you get here? He asked curiously, making sure they were still alone

[makla.]

fuck. the symptoms for makla led to anorexia- and if they found out, what would happen? makla wanted to go home and sleep with warm clothes on and big fluffy blankets. it felt good for the moment til she heard Toronto. Shit, her hand smacked her face softly and then slid down as she spoke a few words.

Shit. I left Toronto out there. Damn it

Makla cussed her moments out and her figure stood up rather quickly. The fastest She has moved lately.

[blakey //]

Blake stood up and grinned. No big deal he's a good horse, he's not going to be mad at you, promise He moved away, toward the old doors to the warehouse and outside where Toronto was tied. Grinning softly at the horse he tuened and looked back at Makla. The grounds surrounding the old building were quiet. Blake sighed and pushed back his hair with his hand. He still had a busy mind, thinking of what to say next.