Pretty Girl

Chapter Two - {Meals}

          I heard a loud thud and muffled gasps before everything went silent. 'Have I died?' I wondered, I wished. When I woke up in the hospital, I was shocked to be surrounded by so many people. "What happened?" I asked my father, he looked disappointed and worried. "When was the last time you ate?" He asked me. My heart sank, "Today, at lunch why?" I hid behind my lies fairly often. He sighed, "The doctors said your stomach has been empty for about a week." I shivered, "W-what? That's so-" he stopped me. "Don't lie to me Aria." my father said. I've never seen him so distraught, I felt horrible. "Daddy, I'm sorry." I said, weakly. He teared up and nodded. "I'm going to monitor every meal you eat here and we aren't leaving until you're healthy again, understood?"

          I nodded, not knowing what else to do. I hated food, food was fattening and fat is gross. I fell asleep shortly after this conversation, I woke back up when a nurse brought me in dinner. I shuddered at the sight of it but took a bite for my family. It made me sick, but I kept chewing for a chance to sleep in my own bed.

          Once I finished the food, I hugged my dad and went to the bathroom. I turned on the faucet to block some noise and I kneeled down in front of the toilet and gagged myself. I stuck my finger down my throat repeatedly until it all came back up. I got up and flushed the toilet then washed my hands. "Can we go home?" I asked my father. "One more night, sweetie. Good night!" he said kissing my forehead and leaving me a the hospital.

          That night, I cried. I missed my friends, my notebook, Harvey. Harvey was the only thing besides Jax and Evelyn that made me happy. I sat up in my bed and grabbed my knees holding them up to my chest. Millions of thoughts ran through my head. 'What if my dad finds my notebook?' I gasped and turned pale. He'll surely burst out in tears..that's not fair to him. He's sick.

           I got up from my bed, walking towards the bathroom. I opened the door and looked in the mirror for hours on end. I grabbed my extra fat and squeezed it, holding it against my body tightly. Why won't it just go away? I started to cry again. My eyes were puffy, I scratched my wrists repeatedly, banged my head against the wall. It still doesn't hurt, I can't feel anything. I just stared in the mirror at my horrid features, my big nose and double chin. I'm ugly.