Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 35

HARRY'S POV

It's the day after my birthday- Monday- and I am dreading going back to school. I wish I could just drop out. I don't need school. Why do I need to memorize every formula that algebra 2 holds? Why do I need to learn every single battle of World War Two and their exact dates by heart?

How come school doesn't teach us things that will be useful for our future? I mean, I don't have a good example because I don't have any idea or thought of what I want to be yet, which is a big problem because I am a junior and usually by now people my age are looking at colleges online to see what they have to offer. But if someone wanted to be a writer, why do they need to have any type of skills outside of writing and English and maybe a different language?

My judgments are suspended as the door to Faith's house is flung open by a very humble Ms. May, "Good morning, Harry."

"Morning, ma'am." I nod with my hands behind my back and opens the door for me to enter.

"Faithlyn is upstairs. Just go right on up." I offer a smile and a light thank you before I go up the stairs to Faith's room.

I open her door and search the room for her, but there is no sign of her tracks in this room. Even the bed is made. Confused, I go to her bathroom and I am relieved when I hear her.

I walk in and see that she is sitting on the floor, hunched over the toilet as discolored liquid spills from her stomach. My chest aches at the sight and worry takes over my features. I hurry across the bathroom and hold her hair away from her face. I search the bathroom counter for a hair tie and successfully find one and wrap her hair out and away from her face.

After a few minutes, I think she has vomitted everything she has eaten this week, which isn't much since she has claimed almost every time that I offer her food that she isn't hungry. What is wrong with her? I don't like seeing the one who makes me weak look weak as well.

"Are you okay?" I ask as it seems like she is done and flushes the toilet.

"Yeah. I think I just ate too much yesterday." She climbs off the floor and begins brushing her teeth.

Usually I would tell her that she needs to make a doctors appointment soon, but I don't blame her this time. She did eat half the pan of chocolate cake yesterday. But still, I am worried that she isn't getting what she needs to help her body.

Her bones have become more visible. Not actually meaning that I can see her skeleton, but her collarbones and pubic bones have appeared more defined than they were a month ago. It unsettles me.

"Babe, are you doing this on purpose?" I can't help but ask because I know it is a thing with this generation of teenagers. They want thigh gaps and visible bones and I don't get the fad of this new obsession.

"Doing what?" She asks cluelessly after spitting the used toothpaste into the sink and moving to her closet in her bedroom.

"Are you starving yourself and vomiting on purpose?" I highly doubt that she will tell me the truth.

"It's not purposely." She gives me very little information as she rummages through the hanging clothes.

"Why does it happen, then?" There is a slight edge to my voice, making it obvious that her not giving me answers is annoying me.

"I don't know."

"How do you not know?" I spin her around to face me and she won't make eye contact with me. Why is she being so distant?

"I just don't. Okay?" What the fuck?

"Stop bullshitting me, Faithlyn. Why do you do this?" I ask furiously. I lower my face to eye level with her and she looks scared.