Alex slammed her door in disgust. Wouldn't anyone listen? Didn't they know what it felt like to know you didn't belong, like you stood out, but in a bad way? Alex had been the same since she was 12. Happy, over confident, mischievous, bubbly. Nobody ever questioned this change in character. Only Alex knew the truth, and she couldn't share it with anyone. She had a massive secret, and it was her job to keep it. "I hate you, Mom!" Alex screamed as she ran over to her bed, almost in tears. She always had fights with her Mom. They were inescapable. There was always something to moan about, something wrong with Alex, that her mom just couldn't keep to herself. There was no control on when it would start and end. She curled up into what seemed the tightest ball, while tears streamed down her crimson cheek. The lights were off, it seemed more peaceful to Alex, but it never seemed to help. "Just 5 more minutes, and she'll be goneā€¦" Alex whispered to herself. There was nobody home, except from Alex and her mom. She couldn't turn to anyone to comfort her, and instead, she turned to her one and only problem solver. She heard the loud, deafening sound of the front door slam, and at that moment, Alex uncurled from her ball. She slid off her bed, the warm feeling of her pink carpet on her bare feet. She uneasily paced over to the door making minimal noise. Her hand approached the door handle, and her wrist curled as it was turned. She walked straight past the bathroom, where she sometimes hid herself away. She reached the kitchen after 3 long minutes, paranoid that her mom was still lurking in the shadows. Alex glanced up at the clock. 4:39PM. That was enough time. Her dad, Max and Justin would be home and half-past 5, and so would her mom.

The colourful bowl of fresh fruit caught Alex's eye, but she did not long for this kind of snack. She instead carried on past the work surface towards the fridge-freezer, where all her problems would go away, just like a puff of smoke in the air. The metallic handle met her hands, and her weak arms pulled in frustration to open the door. The blinding light was revealed when the fridge was finally open. There, right in front of Alex's eyes, was a box of Cadbury's chocolates, followed by a pack of Maryland chocolate chip cookies, the 50% extra pack. A smile had appeared on Alex's once distraught face. She took the two fattening foods out of the fridge, and then reached for the cupboard where the plates were kept. She ran back into her room as fast as her legs could carry her, and just for extra safety, shut the door behind her. Alex liked being closed up in her room. She liked it better that she could do it and nobody else knew what she was doing. Alex carefully unwrapped the cookie packet, followed by removing the lid from the chocolates. She started by taking two at a time from each pack, and placing them on porcelain plate, careful not to make a mess. That first bit of heaven. The sadness and negative emotion flowed out of her instantly like the sea, and she felt a desire for more. It felt so good, to have everything flushed out of her, but suddenly, Alex noticed the time. It was 5:15, 15 minutes away from her families' arrival. Her eyes roamed her room in shock, examining every torn, empty packet. How much had she eaten? How did the time go so quickly?