The days were all the same for me. I avoided eating when I could and when mom would make me eat, I did and then purged. It was an ongoing cycle. Oliver was gone alot with the lawyers. He was trying so hard to save me and I hated it. I hated it because there was still a part of me who didn't want to be saved. That part was from my mom drilling into my head that thin isn't thin enough. Oliver asked me to come with him today to meet his lawyer. So I went. The lawyer talked a lot about the case and how strong it was, especially if I give a statement. I wanted to, I really did but I didn't know if I could go against my mom. Oliver is the only one who really cares about my health so I agreed to do it. I didn't want to live in fear anymore.
When we left the lawyers office, we brought back some papers that tell mom that we are fighting for my own custody. I was terrified to give it to her. But if I was going to live, then I needed to do this. I took the papers from Oliver and went to the kitchen where mom was. I handed it to her without saying a word. Oliver stood in the back of the room in case I needed back up. Mom took one look at it and her face dropped from normal to anger. "Oliver I should have known you would try something like this. Why would you try to split up our family? Why are you trying to take my only daughter away from me?"
"Mom, you are not going to change. You are killing her. I am doing this to save my sister."
"You are doing this because you are selfish. Leave I don't want you here anymore. And don't come back."
I stepped up, "Mom, no. He is just trying to help me. He has no where to go."
"OUT I SAID!"
I went over to him and gave him a hug and cried. "Don't good Oli."
"I'll be fine. Don't worry. Take care of your self until I come back. I love you Sky." he said and walked out the door.
I ran upstairs and cried myslef to sleep.
At about one in the morning, I woke up struggling for air. I was coughing and vomitting and shivering. I cried out but no one answered. Dad was probably driving mom to work. She works at a bar and her shift just started. I called Oliver. He answered. "Sky is everything alright?"
"Oli...I can't...I can't... Breathe." I said crying and weezing. "Please...come get me."
"I'm on my way. I'm calling an ambulance. Stay on the phone."
I waited for him to get back on line. I was so cold and light-headed. I felt like I was dying. Everything hurt.
"Sky they are on their way. Stay on he line."
"I'm...here... Oli...it hurts." I said. The EMT's bust through the door. I called out and they ran to me. One carried me down the stairs and placed me on a gurney. They drove me to the hospital. Oliver was there.
An hour passed and the doctor went out to talk to Oliver. He allowed Oliver to come see me. "Hey. How are you feeling?" he asked. I could see the worry in his face. I was so weak. I couldn't talk. He grabbed my hand. " I called dad. Mom is at work."
When dad arrived he ran into the room. He looked terrified. "Sky. I am so so sorry for letting this go this far. I love you so much." grabbed my hand and turned to Oliver, "What is it? Is she going to be alright?" This was the first time I had seen him like this in a long time.
Oliver answered him, "She caught an pneumonia. The doctor said that she is too underweight and there isn't enough nutrition in her sysem that her immune system is low."
Dad started to cry, "It's my fault. I should have stood up for her."
"You still can. The treatment center is right her in this hospital. You can save her."
The doctor came by to meet my dad. "Hello sir. Your daughter has an eating disorder. She is definitely anorexic and she has signs of being bulimic as well. You have two options. Either put her in treatment or try to deal with it at home. However she will probably die if you take her home. The treatment center is not a one hundred percent guarantee to work but her chances of survival will be higher. Here is a pamphlet of our program. Take your time to read through it and make a decision."
"I don't need time. She needs the help. Please sign her up for the treatment. Let me know what you need from me."
Oliver smiled and grabbed my hand. The doctor walked away. Oliver turned to dad and gave him a hug. That was the first time my dad stood up for me.
