Warning: blood, striving self, low self-esteem A/N: y/n has anorexia depression and anxiety.
This chapter is based on Letting Ana Go. Enjoy
Y/n POV I'm Robbie's daughter which makes Elizabeth my stepmother. She try's to hang out with me but I just ignore her I couldn't care less. Last year when I was 14 they had a baby name Sailor and now I'm 15 with a one year old sister. That's my story really.
"Y/n You need to eat something before you go to school." My dad told me "ok I'll get an Apple on my way to school" I lied to him "ok good love you see you after school and don't forget to text me when your at school missy." " ok ok I'll text you when I get there. Bye dad" on my way to school I didn't eat the apple I gave it to a homeless person I saw like I did everyday. To be honest I fucking hate school, with all the teacher thinking I'm a brat, the bullying and the boys always commenting on everything I do. After I texted my dad that I was at school Chloe and her friends come up to me. "Eww it's the ugly duckling who can't get a boyfriend to save her life." She said "leave me alone Chloe" "You should start working out every day so you won't be so fat" she yelled and walked away
*Hrs later because im lazy*
Y/n started to eat less and less started going out on long runs in the morning before school and in the afternoon after school.
Y/n POV " Peach are you ok?" My dad asked "yeah I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I question " well your hair looks thin, your skin is dry and you have been isolating yourself in your room" Lizzie answered " and it looks like you lost a lot of weight" dad added " I'm fine I promi-"
Lizzies POV
Robbie and I was talk to y/n when all of a sudden she passed out. We took her to the hospital. We waited for the doctor to update us on her condition. "Y/n is doing good now but we have a few things to ask you guys when she wakes up" the doctor said then she brought us to y/n room.
*the next day*
Robbie left to take Sailor home.Y/n woke up panicking "Hey, hey it's fine, your I the hospital" I reinsured her just then the doctor came in " hello y/n I have a few questions to ask you" the doctor said "ok" She said "When was the last time you had your menstruation cycle?" She asked her "umm I think 10 months ago" "you you get headaches much or do you feel dizzy often?" "Yes sometimes" "do you work out a lot?" "Yes 5 times a day" "ok umm, you y/n have anorexia your good to go home but, you have to eat more work out less and to help you recover your going to have to join a anorexia group to help you"
Y/n
I'm sick in the hospital for another day. I go on Instagram and decide to post
@TheofficialY/n
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Someone get me out of here please
Y/n's admission to the hospital marks a turning point in her battle against her inner demons. As she lies in the sterile hospital room, surrounded by concerned faces, she begins to realize the gravity of her situation. The doctor's diagnosis hits her like a ton of bricks, confirming what she had feared deep down but refused to acknowledge - she is battling anorexia nervosa, a relentless enemy that has slowly been consuming her from within.
Y/n's POV
Returning home from the hospital felt like stepping into a different world. The walls of my room seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with reminders of my struggle. Despite Mom and Dad's efforts to create a supportive environment, the battle raging inside me felt more intense than ever. Every meal became a daunting challenge, each bite a victory or a defeat in my ongoing war with myself.
Joining the anorexia group was both terrifying and strangely comforting. Surrounded by others who understood my struggle, I found solace in our shared experiences. In the safety of the group, I began to open up about my fears and insecurities, slowly unraveling the tangled web of emotions that had kept me prisoner for so long. Recovery was far from linear for me. There were days filled with triumph and days plagued by despair. But with each passing day, I felt myself growing stronger, more resilient in the face of my inner demons. Slowly but surely, I learned to silence the voice of my eating disorder, replacing it with a newfound sense of self-worth and acceptance.
Lizzie's Watching Y/n navigate through therapy sessions became my lifeline, witnessing her grasp onto the tools and coping mechanisms she needed to tackle the challenges of everyday life. Seeing her find solace in the unwavering support of our family and the newfound camaraderie of her peers in the anorexia group gave me a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.
However, recovery proved to be a bumpy road for Y/n. There were moments when she will go back into her eating disorder threatened to pull her back into its clutches, moments of relapse where I feared we were losing her all over again. But with each setback, Y/n fought it. She picked herself up, dusted herself off, and continued her journey towards healing, reminding me of her strength and determination.
Throughout Y/n's journey, she learned invaluable lessons about self-love and resilience. Witnessing her realize that her worth wasn't defined by the number on the scale or the size of her clothes, but by the strength of her spirit and the depth of her character, filled my heart with pride. As she emerged from the darkness of her illness, I saw a newfound sense of purpose and hope blossom within her.
Though Y/n's journey was far from over, I knew she faced the future with courage and determination. Supported by the love of our family and armed with the lessons she had learned, I had no doubt that she would overcome whatever obstacles lay ahead. With each step she took on her path to recovery, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and optimism for the bright future that awaited her.
