A Mile In Your Shoes Part VII

His arms are covered in scars, half of them six inches long. Although the evidence is plain on Jake's arm, I refuse to except that Jake purposefully hurts himself. I turn to look at Jake. "What, did you get in a fight or something and someone had a blade?" I asked, my face that looks like Jake a mixture of worry and confusion.
Okay, from now on when I say, "my" or "me" or "I" I mean me in Jake's body and when I say, "Jake" it means Jake in my(Hazel's) body.
Jake looked at me and said, "I've been doing it for a while now, Hazel. I tried to keep it from you. It used to be an outlet, a way for me to get rid of all the hatred of myself, but then I saw how happy you were whenever you were near me. I tried to stop to keep you from turning into a monster with me, but I just couldn't. It's become my little secret. I used to be proud of it. Proud of the fact that I didn't blow up at everyone when I got angry, that I blew up at myself instead. I tried other ways to get rid of my anger. I've tried hitting something, drowning out the world with music, keeping it all in, and eating," he laughed at that last part, "Yeah, eating worked for a while, but then I started to put on weight, and fast. I knew I would have to stop or else I would die soon. So as much as I didn't want to, I forced myself to stop.
"I just want to get rid of my anger, Hazel, not commit suicide. So, I went on a diet. It worked and still is working. I'm still a little heavier than normal and I hope you don't put me back to where I was before I lost weight. I've kept some clothes that were from me at my biggest just in case I go there again. And if you do put me back where I was, don't worry. I won't be mad at you," he turned to look at me, as if he forgot I was there. "But enough about me, how about you?" he asked, my face that Jake had lifting up into a smile.
I cleared my throat and began with my life's story. I told him how I met Luna and Katana, how my mom lives in California because she got sick of seeing my dad everyday. About how my little brother, Randy, is a total nerd, complete with glasses and sniffles. How I, ironically enough, was anorexic all through middle school and the first year of high school. Jake nodded when I paused and listened intently. "So compared to you, my life is the ultimate heaven. Including the fact that my dad is an alcoholic, and Randy is thinking of suicide," I said, laughing to myself without humor.
"And I have a sudden craving to eat anything I see," I added, confused.
"So we have each others traits and characteristics," Jake said nodding his head. "It makes sense in a way. I mean we're in each other's bodies so some things we got to take with us when we switched and some were left behind. For example, I feel like I can go days without eating anything because I'm not hungry at all. Where as you used to feel like that, but now you feel like I used to where I can't stop eating. It all makes sense," Jake murmured, trailing off.
"So now I'm cursed until we switch back," I added.
Jake laughed and said, "You know, I could get used to this. Not feeling that I have to cave in to my dark side every day. Plus, I feel like I can jump higher than the moon, I'm so light."
We both laughed at that. Next, we began to talk about how we act around certain people. Turns out, Jake was just a very mellow kind of guy(Okay, I know that makes me sound like a hippy but I can't think of any other word).