A Sequel to an Alan Ashby Fanfiction

I stepped out the shower and wrapped a towel around my now size 4 frame, the stress of everything had made me lose a lot of weight. I only started to eat properly again after I fainted at work and I was rushed to hospital where they told me I was ‘anorexic’. I didn’t think I was anorexic, I mean, I wasn’t intentionally starving myself. Just some days I was just so depressed that I couldn’t eat.
Once my body was dried, I wrapped up my still blood-red hair in a towel and balanced it on the top of my head. I stared at my body in the mirror; my stomach was flatter than it was before and my ribs were sticking out, my legs didn’t touch at all, my hip bones were showing and my collar-bone was very noticeable. I hated what my body had become.
My face was so skinny, my cheeks that were once nice and full had now sunken in drastically and my eyes were now sunken and hollow. I looked sick. I applied some makeup to my face, I now kind of relied on makeup because I had taught myself how to make it look like my face was normal and full.
I looked at the time; 8:30am, it was way too early for a Monday morning. I had half an hour to be at work. I pulled on some slacks and a white long sleeve business shirt. I grabbed my bag, which held my new iphone, locked my house up and got into the car to go to work.
I arrived at Rise Records ten minutes early, I got out of my car and started to make my way to the elevator. I really didn’t want to be here, but unfortunately Rise Records wouldn’t let me quit. I had to work until the end of my contract, so I could quit in seven years. When I was told I couldn’t quit, I asked if I could refrain from touring which they said yes to. It has been 5 months since then and I still haven’t been on a tour, thank god.
Once I was out of the elevator, I made my way to my office. I walked in and dropped my bag on my desk and looked at my message that my assistant had left for me yesterday, as it was my day off. There were four from my boss, telling me to come into her office as soon as I arrived to work today. I sighed as I walked out of my office and to my bosses. I liked my new boss, Carolyn, she had replaced Jared when he was placed in jail. She had been nice to me, empathetic. But now she was just acted like a normal boss, she had expected me to get out of my “funk”, as she called it, in a matter of weeks. Like oh I’m so sorry that the depression I have from almost getting raped is spoiling your mood, I’ll try to work on it. Bitch. ‘
I knocked on Carolyn’s door, I heard a voice call out, telling me to come in. I opened the door and walked in.
“Carolyn? You wanted to see me?” I asked her.
“Ah, Victoria, yes!” She replied happily, “Have a seat!” I sat down in the chair in front of her desk as she started yapping away.
“So! I know that you have been in your little funk for a while now, but I have news for you!” She said giddily, “You’re going on tour!”
“What?!” I asked her? I wasn’t ready to go on a tour! I couldn’t do this!
“Yep! A band called me saying that they were so impressed with you on their last tour so they requested you!”
“Carolyn, I really don’t think I’m ready for touring…” I started to say.
“Nonsense, and besides, it states in your contract that when you are needed for a tour you must go on tour.” Carolyn said to me.
“But that’s only for emergencies!” I stated.
“This is an emergency, if you don’t go on tour with this band, this band could change record companies. Tour begins in a week, it’s called the ‘American Dream Tour’” Carolyn said. Oh no. American Dream Tour? I’ve only toured with one of the bands that is on the American Dream Tour. I’m not ready for touring and I’m definitely not ready to tour again with-
“Of Mice And Men is the band that has requested you!” Carolyn said, breaking my train of thought, “And you are going.” She looked at me while she spoke, her expression turned hard and mean, “You’re going and that is final.”
Carolyn waved me out of her office, I nearly ran to my office but once I was behind that door I couldn’t contain myself, tears spilled out of my eyes. I grabbed tissues so I could catch the tears before they ruined my makeup. I’m sure I looked beautiful sitting at my desk with tissues under my eyes as I cried.

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