Castles crumbling (Taylor Swift's little sister)

You pull me in and a little more brave (body image exercise) (part 2) (final)

That night you tried to sleep but kept waking up various times, being nervous and anxious. The next morning your mom woke you up as usual.

- "I feel sick" you said yawning.

- "Come on, Lizzie"

- "No, I feel really sick and rubbish"

Andrea rolled her eyes, suspecting you were not really sick. She sat on the bed and touched your forehead gently. - "You don't seem hot... what do you feel?"

- "My head hurts" you said.

- "Okay, get up and get ready. I can give you some medicine or tell the treatment center to give you something to take with breakfast" your mom said and got up.

- "Can I stay here? Just for today?" You said still under the covers on your bed.

Andrea, who was almost out of your room, turned around, and annoyed look on her face: - "No you can't. You need to go, you know that"

- "Please?" You tried again.

- "No! You need to get up and get ready. I'm serious, Elizabeth"

- "But I feel sick!"

- "It doesn't matter! If you're really sick, they'll care of you there and they'll ring me if it's too bad. Get up and get ready, I don't have time for your games, I can't do this!" your mom said in a sharp tone.

You immediately stood up and went into the bathroom. Your mom's words hurt. You started thinking that maybe she wasn't referring to you not wanting to go today to the treatment center, but to you. She couldn't do this anymore because she was giving up on you. You cried as you showered and without noticing 20 minutes had passed. Your thoughts were stopped by your mom's furious knocks on the door.

- "ELIZABETH! Get out of the shower! Stop the delaying tactics! Plus, you're wasting water" Andrea said as she knocked hardly.

- "Sorry!" You said as you stepped out of the shower. You wiped your tears quickly, dressed up and went downstairs to meet your mom. Taylor was making some coffee for the both of them in the kitchen. You walked there to say good morning to her. As soon as you entered, she smiled at you but when she noticed that you had been crying her smile faded slowly.

- "Hey baby, what's the matter?"

- "Hey Tay. I tried convincing mom to let me stay home for today and now she's mad" you replied guiltily and walking over her to hug her.

- "Is it because of the appointment with Dr. Maine?" Taylor suggested hugging you back, but you pulled away.

- "No! I feel sick!"

She touched your forehead and your neck.

- "You don't seem to be hot!"

- "That's exactly what I said" Andrea, who had just entered the kitchen, said rolling her eyes.

You sighed. - "You don't believe me! I AM sick"

- "We don't believe you because we already know how manipulative and how much of liar you can be" your mom said sharply.

Taylor's eyes widened, but she didn't say anything. You began to cry again, and your mom just took you by your arm. - "Come on, we're already late!"

Taylor blew you a kiss, gave your mom an insulated cup with her coffee and you followed your mom to the car. She seemed so mad, so tired. You didn't want to put any more on her, you just got into the car and watched through the window, counting the trees you saw to keep your mind occupied. As she pulled the car you started to get more and more anxious. You were picking at your nails nervously.