Please... {Demi Lovato}

You have a Problem...

Sam's POV

Some of you may know me as Sam everyone else knows me as "The Problem".

My name is Sam Eaton; I'm 16 petite and small. But never small enough....

Now here's how my story begins.

"Honey can you come downstairs?" My mom called from the couch.

"Can I not?" I retort from the comfort of my bed.

"Sam down stairs NOW..." She yells putting the mom voice in full swing.

I walk down the narrow stairwell stomping my feel on each step.

"What does she want now? Is it not like she's already ruining my life? Gosh..." I say inside my head.

I reach the bottom of the stairs and see my mom and rest of my family and friends sitting quietly in the livingroom. No seats are empty.

"Sam honey come sit..."

"What's going on....? Why is everyone here? Did grandma die?...."

"No honey, no one has died" She chuckles.

"We are just worried about you. Now, please come sit there is a spot right here..."

I walk over to the spot she points out and sit. A blank expression washes over my face. Their isn't anything they should be worried about. IM FINE.

First my Aunt Clary starts....

"Sam we are all so worried about you. For the last year I have seen you deteriorate. You've lost a ton of weight, I never see you eat anymore... You've quit taking all you meds and I've seen the cuts on your wrist. Honey, you need help."

"I don't have a Problem!" I screemed. "I dont need any help, EXPECIALLY NOT ANY OF YOUR DELUSIONAL PEOPLE'S".

Now I'm furious, they don't under stand. They never will. They just don't get me.

"Sam where just here to get you they help you need.... You have some problems and some serious ones at that.... Let us help you...". Says my best... Well now ex best friends Katy.

I sit silent, I don't know what to say or do. They can't do anything theirs no where for me to go. Its not like my mom who's a single mother of one. Can afford to get me help....

"Sam you have to pack you bags, in a little bit you, me and your Aunt Clary are leaving for a treatment center, called Timberline Knolls. We are going to drive there and get you help. It pains me to have to see you slowly dieing from the inside out. Please let us help you..." Says mom mom who then begins to stand up and grabs one side of my body.

"No....NO, you CAN'T do this to me. What about my job and school?"

"They will be waiting for you when you come back sweetie." Says my aunt who grabs the other side of me and escorts me upstairs to my small bedroom.

Thank you all for reading the first chapter of my book. Sorry its short I promise it will get better from here :)