Lydia Diaz was one of the sweetest girls you'd meet. and one of the happiest.
But, trauma changes people. trauma changes everyone.
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TW: discussions of eating disorders and suicide.
The next morning, I'm woken up to Dad yelling my name. I sit up quickly before turning towards my doorway. "I've been calling you for the past twenty minutes." He says. "Sorry." I say, looking down. "Start getting ready." Dad says before walking away.
I lay back down on my bed and close my eyes. I'm not going to school today. I don't feel like it.
About ten minutes later, Dad comes back to my room. "Lydia Rose! I told you to get up." He says. "I'm tired." I say. "I know, but you have to go to school, Lyds." Dad says. "Please. It's just one day. I only have like three absences. It won't do anything to me to miss one day." I say.
Dad sighs. "Fine. Call me if you need anything." Dad says. "Yes sir." I say and that's when he walks out of my room, closing my door.
I turn back towards my wall, closing my eyes.
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I wake up to my phone ringing. I roll my eyes before turning over and closing my eyes again. My phone stops ringing before starting again.
I scoff before picking up my phone and answering it. "Hello?!" I say. "Lydia. Where are you?" Miles asks. "Home." I say. "Why?" Miles asks. "I didn't feel like going to school." I say, looking over at my laptop that's open on my desk.
"Does this have anything to do with yesterday?" Miles asks, a sigh following the question. "No." I say. "I'm just tired. That's it." I say. "Okay." Miles says. There's a few seconds of silence before the bell rings through the phone. "I have to go. Bye." He says before hanging up the phone.
I put my phone face down on my nightstand before heading to the kitchen and putting Mac N Cheese bowl into the microwave. I wait for it to beep as I watch the timer go down.
It beeps three times and I take the bowl out before stiring the cheese and heading back to my room.
I take a seat at my desk and take a few bites before stopping. I feel nauseous as I sit there. I look at a picture that's hung up on my wall. It's all of us. Me, Miles, Nathaniel, Isabelle, and Julian. Even Dahlia and Chris are in the picture.
I smile softly before looking back down at my food. I feel a cold breeze run up my back as I shiver.
My smile fades as I stand up and go back to the kitchen. I throw away the bowl before heading back to my room.
I sit down on my bed, resting my hands on my thighs, wiping the sweat off my hands. What is wrong with me?
My breath catches in my throat as I start gasping. I hold my chest with my hand as I try to control my breathing. I stand up and start to pace as I try to breathe. Nothing is working.
