I felt the little hairs that fell out of my ponytail glue themselves to my neck with the sweat that covered it. My lungs were squeezed by the pressure of being used so much because my ass had to run on the treadmill. Old people surrounded me, walking and probably looking at me as the treadmill thudded underneath my fast feet. 

There was only white hair around me, nothing close to red if you don't count the one old lady who had a faded orange color and was doing crunches. I was kind of glad that no one of Thorin's relation was near me because I would have then tried to persuade them to persuade Thorin himself to let me off the hook. But something in the back of my head, a tiny little voice over the one that usually told me that the world sucked and how everyone is judging me kept saying that I might actually have a good time. Did I want to trust this little voice? A little bit.

Now, I've gone to this gym for a while now and seen some balding heads before. A lot actually because some of these guys are just not willing to let go of their hair. None of those men fazed me or even really caught my attention except for one. A man with little googly glasses and the tendency to forget that I'm in his class. Good ole Mr. Louis.

He had a content look on his face while walking on the treadmill with sandals on. His hands were in his pockets, unlike mine which were nearly ready to punch me in the face by one wrong move. I was actually envious of him, he was taking his time. It didn't look like he had to worry about how fast he was going or the calories he was burning. What it seemed like he was just walking because he wanted to.

"Yo, uh.." The old man turned to me. "student." He finally said.

"Flora." I said in a monotone voice. I mean, I couldn't blame the old guy for not remembering me. The only time I say something to him is when I'm asking to use the bathroom.

My voice sounded a little breathy but that was to be expected because my ass just ran about three miles. He smiled while nodding his head. His finger stood in the air as though it was trying to find the words that he wanted to say. It was chapped looking like the science teacher didn't know what lotion was and kept his dermis extra crispy.

"You're working too hard." The words came out. He didn't move his sandal covered feet even though his treadmill continued. "Make sure to eat a pickle later or else you're going to feel really sore tomorrow." His body continued to go back, falling to the floor where he just stared at the ceiling.

Too many people from school come to this gym.

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The knocks I created on the red door in front of me were weak. They came up short and distant to my ears but then again I didn't really want to make them. The red door remained to stare into my face, mocking me and my weak knocks. Fuck that door, that door sucked. That door was the only thing that was standing in front of me and the help I was going to need.

I turned my back to the door and began to walk off the porch. My foot was close to the slick step that almost took my life when I first stepped onto it. Previously, my foot had stepped onto the frozen step and nearly left my leg. Stepping onto it again, I practically became an ice skater that was skating for their life.

Laughter was coming from behind me as the door crept open. Holding it open was Stacey, in comfy attire that didn't look close to what I had pictured that Satanists would wear. You know, the whole black robe, upside down crosses and the need of blood from a virgin sacrifice. She actually wore something that I would wear: pajamas.

"Flora?" Her tone was light and airy, telling me that she was having a fun time watching me walk like a freshly born baby deer.

"Oh hey... I was just about to leave." I waved.

"Are you sure? Did you need something?" She began to step outside, allowing more of her house to come into my view.

This bitch knew that I needed something.

"Ehhh...."

Her eyebrow raised at me as she knew she was right.

"Okay-so-I-have-to-go-on-this-date-with-Thorin-and-I'm-panicking-and-I-don't-know-what-to-wear-or-do." I said faster than a bullet coming out of a gun. The words just projected out like puke but I couldn't help it, I didn't want to say it and I didn't want her help but I needed it because I didn't know what to do. I have never been on a date before because I was never forced to and now this killing machine was forcing me and I didn't know what to wear.

"Flora, slow down girl! Say it slowly." She stepped out to me, pulling me up onto her porch and around her arms.

"Date. Thorin. Fat. Clothes." I said, taking in a deep breath.

She looked at me with her crystal blue eyes and tisked. "Such ignorance." The smell of pomegranate smashed into my nostrils as my body was shoved into the maroon colored room. Stacey's hands caused a heavy amount of weight to go onto my shoulders, pushing me down onto a black couch.

"I uh." I said, turning my head around to take in the room around me. There was warmness that surrounded me. It wasn't just their heating system that kept me warm, which it did but also all the pictures around the place. She and her Matt had millions of pictures of them either with family members, exotic places and even them just playing in the snow. They seemed like they really cared for each other no matter what and loved each other for who they were.

Of course, you can't forget the picture off to the side of Satan.

"Sssh." She cut her off. "Before I help you out with the clothes situation which I can definitely help with, we're going to have a little lesson." Her hands went behind her to pull up the plush ottoman that matched the couch.

"Good, I need tips on how to-"

"No. We're going to do a lesson on acceptance." She said sternly.

"Huh?" I blinked at her, trying to not shrivel up at the annoyed look she was giving me. Trust me, I've seen my mom's annoyed look and it was nothing compared to Stacey's.

"How do you feel if someone called you fat with such a negative meaning behind it?" Her voice became deeper like Satan himself was giving his power to her. I'm pretty sure I saw her skin grow red and her eyes become black as coal.

"I would feel hurt."

"So you're saying it's not okay if someone calls you that in such a way, right?" She nodded her head.

"Ye-"

"You're someone, so don't you feel bad when you say something negative about yourself like that?"

"I-" I tried to open my mouth to say something but again I was interrupted.

"No, it's not so I want to hear you say the word 'fat' so negatively again. Yes, we have fat on our bodies, everyone does so don't say it like it's the worst thing in the world."

"I'm sorry, I just don't-"

"Like your body?" Her eyebrow went up once again. I nodded in response because words were a challenge for me at that time. "Flora, you're young. It took me a long time to finally accept what my body looked like. But you know what I did? I stopped acting like there was a little rainy cloud above my head and thought about the good things about myself." She sat up and placed her hands on her ample hips. "Check it out, I have great big boobs." Her voice was full of pride.

I choked on my saliva that was in my mouth. My hands waved the pomegranate scented air towards my nose to catch my breath as Stacey laughed at my discomfort. She wasn't wrong but how she did it made me laugh so hard that I was choking. "Oh my god." I tried to say within coughs.

"What do you like about yourself?"

Her eyes bore into mine as I sat there, rubbing the hem of the shirt I was wearing. I felt my chest tightening up like the question was in a form of a snake and squeezing my heart. There was no way for me to answer that question mostly because I never went into that realm of thinking.

"I don't know." I said flatly.

"It doesn't have to be about your physical features. It's not all about what's on the outside. You could look like a killer but actually be a big sweetheart."

So like Thorin.

"That's one of the things that I liked about Matt." She continued. "He's a big goofball with a sense of humor that I love. I'm sure he's attracted to the confidence that I give out and the fact that I don't take shit from no one and today I'm not going to take shit from you on this nonsense that you don't know what you like about yourself. Thorin must like something about you, he is taking you out on a date after all."

Yup, she just had to bring him up.

"My personality I guess?"

"There you go." She finally smiled. "You have a good personality. Now that the mental lesson is done, we're going to find you an outfit for you." Her strength was beyond mine as not only did she forced her own body up but also mine. 

"Where are we going?" 

"More like, wear are we going?" 

"That pun was terrible and we both know that." My lips formed a tight line while walking through their dark house and into a darker hallway. It became cooler down the hallway as the beat of my heart sounded like a hammer to a wooden table. Clamminess took over my hands from holding onto my Stacey's as we were coming closer to a room to the end of the said hallway. A bright orange light was coming from under the door as if the room was engulfed by fire. 

"You know what, you're not going to think that once you see this room." She said with a grim smile. 

"Stacey.... please tell me this isn't your sacrificing room to get a great wardrobe." 

"No..." She trailed off. "But it is a room just for my clothes." She said as she opened the door, allowing a huge dressing room to appear before my eyes. Against the bright orange wallpaper were hundreds of pieces of clothes that screamed.....fitted. 

"Nope! Nope! I'm done, I'm okay, I don't need help. Bye, bye Stacey!" 

A squeal came out of my mouth as I tried to turn around and leave the unholy mess of fitted clothes before me. Nails, sharp nails dug into my shoulder, almost piercing the skin to the tendons that lived below it. No, they weren't nails, they were talons. 

"You're not going anywhere." Her overly high pitched voice dropped octaves. 

Her and Matt didn't worship Satan. She was Satan. 

sorry for not updating for like a month but I've been hella busy but things are slowing down now and I'll be at my computer more often.

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