"Oh shit sorry." My brother says quickly closing the door. I sigh in relief that he didn't notice. "Wait shit. Where you puking?" He asked walking back in. I spit out the remaining puke in my mouth and flush the toilet. "I am fine." I say standing up pushing past his hand trying to help me. "You sure?" He asked hesitantly. "John B." I say sternly. "I am fine." He holds his hand up in surrender. "Alright. Well we were going to go out on the boat. Wanna come with?" I nod and brush my teeth to get rid of the taste. "It's hot you might wanna get changed. Is that my sweatshirt?" John B said motioning to my outfit. "I am fine. And yeah. It's comfortable." I say walking past him. I have to be more careful. No one has noticed for the last 3 weeks it has to stay that way. I need to lose at least another 15 pounds before my brother finds out.
-Time skip-
"How are you not dying right now?" JJ said motioning to my outfit. "It is a light sweatshirt," I say annoyed. Everyone seemed to be pushing me today. "Someone pissed in your cheerios..." He mumbled cracking open a beer. The boys mess around for a little and I start to feel really sick. The world starts spinning. I can feel vomit coming up and I am so dizzy. "G- Guys," I mumble before throwing up and everything goes black.
John Bs POV
"G- Guys..." Y/N mumbles standing up. My eyes snap to hers. She looked like shit. Pale, shaking, and overall sick. Before anyone can react she throws up in front of herself. "Pope take the wheel," I say hurrying over. JJ reached out and caught her as she collapsed. He lays her on the floor and pats her cheek. "Y/N! Y/N!" He calls shaking her. I drop down next to her and shake her. No response. I can see her chest slowly rising and falling underneath the vomit-soaked sweatshirt. "Is she ok?" Pope asked from behind the wheel taking us home. "Yeah. I think she is just dehydrated. She was throwing up this morning too." I say trying not to worry. We pull into the house and I pick her up carrying her into the house. "Oh my god! Is she alright?" Sarah asked. "Mhmm," I mumbled nervously. I drop her on her bed and pull her hoodie off. "Oh, my god..." I whisper taking a step back. JJ walks in and freezes. 20 to 30 bright red cuts were lining each of her wrists. Her rib cage was poking through. Sarah puts her hand on my shoulder. "Pope please go get some peroxide and Neosporin." He handed them to Sarah. She grabbed a t-shirt and put some peroxide on it cleaning up her arms. "JJ do you want to make her something light to eat? Nothing like super salty or greasy or anything." He nods and walks away.
time skip
"What's going on?" Y/N sat up mumbling. I wrap my arms around her. "You threw up again. Passed out on the boat." She nods. "Oh shit, I am sorry." I shake my head. "Your arms Y/N/N." She looks down. "Why didn't you say anything?" She shrugs. "I didn't want to worry you." I roll my eyes. "Why?" She bites her lip. "I miss Dad." She cried. I hug her tighter. "I know. I am sorry. I am always here for you. I need you to talk to me." She sobs into my shoulder. "We are going to help you. You have me, J, Sarah, Kie, Pope. Its going to get better."
