Lily Rose

Chapter 7

I peeled my eyes open after some rumbling downstairs awoke me from my slumber. I groaned as I brought my achy, sore arms and carelessly rubbed my eyes. I caught a glimpse of the sun setting in the corner of my eye. I groaned.

"What time is it?"

Realization settled in; I must have fallen asleep. My mind and body were so drained. My poor soul felt crushed and destroyed as I just lay on the cold wooden floor, desperately trying to focus on anything else but the flashbacks of the events that took place earlier today.

After gathering the strength to pick myself up off the floor, I annoyingly realized I left my charger downstairs.

Very hesitantly, I threw a dressing gown over myself and made my way downstairs. My small frame trembled with each step I took as I tried to support my body weight, grasping onto the railing of the stairs.

"Lily, we thought you wouldn't wake up" Aden said overdramatically as I appeared in the kitchen. Everyone chuckled except for me. I hugged my dressing gown snugly around my body; I started to feel vulnerable and insecure about the new bruises and cuts that covered my body. I didn't want anyone to see. I sighed, pushing my anxious thoughts to the back of my mind as I walked past Aden to grab my phone charger that was lying on the side.

"Lily, come on, dinner's ready. We all waited for you" Harry said happily as they all sat down around the island in the kitchen.

"I'm not hungry" I said simply while picking up my charger.

"Lily, you haven't eaten breakfast or dinner, and you're saying you're not hungry?" Lewis said in disbelief.

"Sorry, Lily, but you have to eat at least half of what's on your plate" Will said simply. I immediately rolled my eyes. Why is everyone so bothered if I eat or not? I just want to go back upstairs, put my headphones in, and dwell in my bed.

"Lily, half of your dinner isn't that much. Just sit down, please" Harry said between mouthfuls.

I sighed loudly, sitting myself between Lewis and Will. Not by choice, they purposefully placed my plate right in between everyone. I just slumped down and stared at my food, moving it about with my fork. I couldn't eat it. I'll get fat. But also, I'm too drained to even begin to eat. I just don't see the point in doing things that keep me alive when all it does is cause me misery.

Like really? What is the point of eating? All it does is keep me alive...

You're not gonna eat that. Are you? Just look at yourself. Not hard to tell you're already fat enough. Food is your enemy.

The voice inside my head told me. It's true; food is my enemy, and I refuse to eat it.

"Are you going to eat?" Lewis asked, looking straight into my eyes while shoving some pasta into his mouth.

"I feel really sick. I just can't eat" I said quietly, which wasn't a full-on lie. I did feel sick, and with my whole body aching, I didn't have the energy to eat my food.

They all shared glances and nodded their heads, to my relief.

"Fine," Lewis said, while continuing to eat his dinner. I scrunched my nose up in disgust. Food...

It's not even that I want to starve myself, I just genuinely have no energy or will to look after myself anymore. It's a bit messed up, but I feel like every time I eat, I'm giving myself energy and fuel to stay alive. And I don't want to be here anymore.

"But Lily" Harry said across the table as he chewed slowly, trying to get my attention. I turned my head towards him, acting like I was interested in whatever he had to say.