I put my elbows on the sink and rested my head in my hands. Slowly, I looked up into the mirror at myself. I stared into my green eyes. The cool breeze coming through my open window caused my thick, dirty blonde hair to blow behind me like in a photo shoot. Only, in photo shoots the girls are beautiful and skinny, nothing like me. I looked over at the scale up against the light blue wall. I felt sick. I stripped down to only my bra and my underwear and stepped onto the scale. When the number appeared on the small oval shaped screen, a thought occurred to me. Maybe...I'm not that fat. But then I looked at the number again. 125. I'm fat. Well I guess I won't be eating dinner tonight. Or breakfast tomorrow...or lunch. But once I reach 115 I'll start eating again. I swore to myself I would start eating again at 115. I won't let myself become anorexic. "DAMN! WELL I DONT NEED YOU BITCH! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! FUCKING BASTARD!" My mom yelled before slamming the door. I sighed. "JOSHUA COME DOWN HERE AND HELP ME CLEAN UP THIS DAMN MESS!" She demanded. I listened to the sound of Josh's door opening and his feet rushing to get down the steps. She was obviously drunk. I could hear my brother trying to calm my mom down and telling her he would clean it all up. "Mom listen to me. Sit down on the couch while I clean up. It's too dangerous for you to be in here with all glass." He told her. She screamed a response back that was so slurred I couldn't understand it. "Mom do not make me call the police. Sit down on the couch now." He told her. He was stern but I could still hear hurt behind his voice. "Mom please. Please stop." He begged her. The sound of glass shattering echoed through the house and sirens came soon after.
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Broken Hope (Phanfiction)
FanfictionSo close to breaking. She's so close. . She can't escape her thoughts. She only has her older brother left, the only thing that gives her hope. How much longer can she take it? Then it happens. That night. Everything is messed up. Everything. Will s...
