Pets, not Slaves

Meetings. Fucking. Suck.
As soon as I walk in I throw my jacket and shoes onto the chair closest to the door. The kitchen usually smells like food, but the room is vacant. There isn't a single noise to be heard.
I walk upstairs in hopes to find someone. The house is so old not only can I hear my feet hitting the old stained carpet, but every other step creaks with enough weight on it. I head up the stairs two at a time. I have serious issues with being alone. Sloan and I are the only two people living here and we always clean up after ourselves. We don't really have a need for pets, but we keep them because we're both lonely.
I hear a frustrated groan coming from the library. I open the door to find Mariah and Alex sitting on the floor surrounded by text books. They look up as I walk in. Alex shoves one of the books behind him, as if reading is somehow going to get him in trouble. I was hoping he'd trust me a little by now.
"I'm sorry we were just... I was just teaching Alex how to read. I'm sorry for using your books without asking. It won't happen again. I promise. I really-"
"It's fine, Mariah. Don't worry about it." I laugh, walking into the room. She looks relieved. Just the fact she was terrified about reading a book saddens me. And I've been nothing but kind to her. What would a mean owner do? I don't even want to think about that.
"Wait, you don't know how to read, Alex?" I ask. He shakes his head. "But you do?" I ask Mariah. she nods.
"Alex and I didn't grow up together. I wasn't born a slave." She explains. There are many things that humans make that the higher creatures need, so about 1/3 of the population spend their lives working instead of serving other creatures."What happened? Why did you become a slave instead of a worker?” I ask, sitting on the floor across from her. Usually humans who are born workers stay workers. Same with humans who are born into slavery.

“If you don’t mind me asking.” I add. Yes, I may be much more powerful than a human, but everyone deserves a little respect. She takes a deep breath, pushing her brown hair out of her eyes before speaking.“I was about twelve or thirteen when I became a slave. My parents had to sell me and my little sister because they couldn’t afford to feed us anymore.” She mumbles. Alex grabs her hand and squeezes it, smiling at her.“It wasn’t too bad in the beginning. I belonged to an old lady. She was a werewolf, but not what I expected. In stories they turn into wolves every full moon. She could just turn into a wolf if she wanted, and had to eat a human heart every once in a while.” She shudders, and Alex moves closer to her. I almost feel jealous… but I’m not sure of which person.“Thankfully she never tore me apart. This is her marking.” She holds her wrist out towards me. There’s three lines with a moon in the middle.“She died of old age after a year. I lived alone for god knows how long, and almost went insane. Not really, but I just hate being alone. But then a Vidonia found me and took me with him.” She says. Vidonia are lizard like creatures, that slightly resemble humans since they walk on two legs.“He was terrible. I spent nearly a year there, and would have died if it weren't for Alex.” She says. She smiles at him and he smiles back. I assumed their relationship was close to the relationship between brother and sister, but I guess not.“I’m sorry. I’m talking too much. Anyway, you get the point.” She says, letting go of Alex’s hand.
“No no not at all! I’m interested. Please continue.” I say.“Oh okay. Uhm..” Seems a little uncomfortable now.“It got to the point where I was so sick I couldn’t walk more than a few yards. Alex barely slept, he was always doing my chores and work. He ended up getting sick a lot since he didn’t eat; he worked every minute so he didn’t have the opportunity to get food, and when he did he gave most of it to me. Both of us were in bad healthy so he sold us to some guys on the street for almost free. They… It… We were…” She coughs, trying to hide the fact she’s starting to cry. Alex moves closer and wraps an arm around around her. I lean forward and hold both her hands in mine.“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. You don’t have to continue.” I say. She nods and sniffs, looking up at me.“Sorry. Alex, if you don’t mind…” She trails off, looking up at Alex. I notice now that Alex is glaring at me. I let go of Mariah’s hands and Alex places a kiss on the side of her forehead. Okay, not a brotherly sisterly relationship.“They left us on the street to die. Some demons found us thankfully, because I was about to bleed to death and Mariah was in so much pain she couldn’t move an inch. We ended up helping the other slaves for a portion of their food. Once we were healthy enough we ended up doing yard work.” Alex says.“He did. He insisted on doing nearly everything. All I really did was keep him company.” Mariah chimes in. She’s no longer crying but her eyes are red and puffy.“Not true, you helped a little. Anyway, we were working in the garden when someone else took us. We ended up in the back street slave trade. We were there for nearly two weeks, then you got us." "Three more days and they would have killed us and sold us as food." Mariah says."Yea! So we could have been killed by other humans in some tournament for vampires pleasure instead!" Alex says, his tone full of bitter sarcasm. Mariah moves forward so his arm is no longer around her and glares at him. "I'm just saying." He comments defensively. I just look at him. He opens his mouth to speak when Sloan bursts through the open doorway. "Jack" she pants, bending over and putting her hands on her knees. I instantly stand up and rush to her side. "I'm fine" she pants. "Just out of breath.""Everyone's pissed. Go... Go to the front door before they break the windows." She pants. I walk her over to a chair so she can sit down before rushing out of the library, down the stairs, and into the mob of angry people.

Notes

So I went to therapy today, and I finally talked about my eating disorder habits. I truly don't give a shit about what other people think of me, unless it's a close friend or something. Opposite of someone obsessed with loosing weight, right????? Anyway, she suspects it's numerous reasons that have surfaced.

1. Lack of control

My parents split I when I was in 5th grade (thats when the depression started) and were always arguing and telling me and my sister shit about the other parent. Craziness between houses, I wasn't in control of my life.

2. Negative feedback

Although I'm told I'm pretty twice as much, kids at school would often times called me "fat" or "annoying" and exclude me. Don't forget "weird" and "Akward"

3. Self Image

It's obvious I don't see my body the way it is. I've taken all mirrors out of my room and don't let my family comment on my body or appearance, even if it's a compliment. I guess I'm just trying to find away to be comfortible with myself.

4. Too much responsibility

I've basically stepped up and have been a third parental figure to my sister. I have the expectations to get all A's, be social, and be the perfect daughter.

I'm going to have to eat three times as much food, aka the minimum requirment for a teenage girl who doesn't excersize.

Can everyone please do me a favor and go eat the most unhealthy thing you can find and enjoy it for me. Because this is tearing my life to shreds AND I REALLY MISS CANDY