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Imogen Halstead (age 16)
Word count: 2621
Tw: eating disorder, depression
Request: @lilyliv123 and @apelsinin1
Haileys POV
"Where's immy?" I look around the apartment as jay continues chopping up the loaf of bread into slices. I moved in with jay and his sister not too long ago, and things have gone pretty smoothly for me and jay, at least. I wish I could say the same for Imogen, I just can't get a good read on that kid sometimes...
I'm not too sure if jays noticed, but I sure as hell have. Imogen, who used to be an outgoing and very sport orientated teenager, is now a closed in and very quiet kid. I'm not sure if it's the fact that me moving in with herself and her brother has stressed her out, or if she's struggling with something she doesn't feel comfortable talking about...
"Uh, probably in her room..." he sighs. She spends a lot of time in there. I smile and plant a gentle kiss onto the side of his head, "alright" I nod before walking away to go and find my mini me. As I approach her room, the sound of music gets slightly louder. I knock once, however I'm not sure she hears, therefore I open the door slowly in case she isn't decent.
The second she spots me opening the door she backs away from the mirror and stops whatever she was just doing. I smile weakly, "dinners ready" I nod. She looks around for her phone and presses pause, "Uhm, I'll have it later. I'm not feeling too good right now" she shrugs. I frown, "you got a fever?" I step forward and place the back of my hand on her forehead. She sighs, "I don't think so, it's just that my stomach hurts a little" she laughs it off. I nod, "maybe, but maybe you're just hungry. C'mon, try eat something" I hold the door open for her.
She pauses but eventually nods before leading the way to the kitchen, "there you are, do you want apple, orange, or pineapple juice, or just water?" Jay holds up a mixture of juices. Imogen pulls a face, "water... why do you have so many options anyways" she snorts a laugh, but something isn't right. I can see straight through her...
"You never know" jay shrugs and sets the plates down on the mats. Imogen looks down at the food before taking a seat, she doesn't seem to realise that I'm watching until I sit down too. I smile weakly and she shakes it off, acting as if she didn't just look disgusted at the food.
As we dig into our food, Imogen starts talking about the school project she's working on. I feel bad for not listening, but I'm too fixated on watching her hands. She talks quickly, distracting me and jay from what she's really doing. As her hands cut away at the pasta, moving around the plate and occasionally bring the fork up to her mouth, she never really takes a bite of her food. She pauses to look at me and I fear that she's caught me watching. She takes a quick sip of her water and sighs, "my stomachs still playing up, I think I've had enough" she frowns halfheartedly.
"I'll save the rest for later..." jay nods worriedly. Imogen stands up and empties her plate into the trash, "no need, I'm gonna call it a day. Thanks..." she quickly dashes out of the room. I shake my head, "was that weird to you?" I lean forward. Jay nods, "it depends what you define as weird" he sighs. I shoot him a serious glare, "what? I'm sure she's alright... just teenage hormones, probably" he huffs and sets his napkin down. I sigh, "assumptions don't get answers, jay" I stand up and leave the kitchen.
As I run upstairs I don't knock this time, instead I just walk inside. Once I step into Imogen's room I see her curled up on her bed, "I told you, my stomachs not right. I'll get something tomorrow, jay" she speaks bluntly. I sigh and sit on the edge of her bed, "it's not jay" I smiled weakly as I stare at her back. She lets out a small breath, "what's going on, immy?" I place a hand on her shoulder.
