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school, work and go to the gym. The fact that you're letting someone else besides me into your world makes you scared. You haven’t really been living. You're just going through everyday, just to make it to the next one."

    Looking at me with sadness, I wonder if I’m revealing too much. I don’t want her to feel weird around me now.

    “Tegan, please don’t treat me any differently.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean don’t look at me like that. I’m not a mental case who needs pity.”
    “No, you’re not. You’re a girl who has emotions and feelings and hasn’t had anyone to talk to about them. I can promise you the last thing I’m going to do is treat you like someone who is broken. But I’m sure as hell going to help put you back together.”

    I slowly nod my head and throw my arms around her.
    “Thank you.”
    “You don’t have to thank me Elli. That’s what a best friend is for. Now lets catch some sleep so we don’t have bags under our eyes all day.”
    Wiping a stray tear from my eye, I agree and we stay on the couch and fall asleep again.
    A few hours later we’re up and decide to stay in our pajamas all day until we go to the game. I called my brother and told him I was going and he said when he comes down and visits he wants me to take him to one. Tegan decided to make egg white omelets for breakfast. I love how she’s not forcing me to eat anything and she’s sticking with our healthy diet.
    I’m not thinking too much about my nightmare. I’m now wondering if it was a good idea to open up to Tegan about all my issues. I know in the long run it was, but staying quiet for so long just makes me hesitant on who to let in. Which is why it’s totally crazy that I’m going to the game tonight. I wouldn’t be going if Tegan wasn’t coming with me. I couldn't go through that alone in case anything happened. An ice rink is like my home away from home and I feel comfortable there which helps a lot, but still, these aren’t my brother and his friends. I’m excited to go though. I haven’t been to a game since I got to college.
    After taking it easy all day, Tegan and I decide to get ready and as I’m in the shower, I hear her in my closet, probably picking out an outfit for me to wear.

    “Elli, do you have anything that actually fits you? And By fits you I mean isn’t two sizes too big?”
    “Ummm.”
    “That’s it! We're going shopping tomorrow.”
    “Ughhh I hate shopping Tegan!”
    “No, you hate the way you think you look. You have a killer body El. Yea, you don’t strut around in a bikini, but that's not your style. Stop hiding behind giant tees and sweatshirts.”
    “Okay, okay. But what am I going to wear tonight?”
    “Hmm, you have skinny jeans right?”
    “Yea, in the back of my closet. But last time I checked they don’t fit.”
    “I’ll be the judge of that. Put them on.”

    Taking the jeans she dug out of my closet, I put them on while I keep my towel fully in tact around me. My jeans go up without having to do that little dance to get into them, and I’m surprised when there is even a little room to spare.

    “Perfect! Elli, when was the last time you tried these on?”
    “I don’t know. I kind of forgot they were in there until you mentioned it.”
    “Then it’s settled. You’ll wear these jeans, your black boots and your black v-neck. I want you to be comfortable.”
    “Can I at least bring a zip up? It is an ice rink.”
    “Why don’t we run past the school store and we can both get Wolves sweatshirts. We can match!”
    Laughing to myself, I agree and I wait for her to get ready as I do my hair. I don’t wear makeup, but I throw a tiny bit of cover up on to make it feel like I actually did something. I spray a tiny bit of perfume on my wrists, and take an extra second to look down at my hands. My fingers in particular. They’re horrid. I can’t help that I pick my skin until I bleed. Half the time I don’t even realize I’m doing it. How can