9 pounds. The doctor told me that I wasn't allowed to look at the scale, but I checked the record when he wasn't looking. In this one week, I've managed to gain 9 pounds.
No wonder, my mind says. What with allowing them to constantly feed you up like a pig for a prize, what did you expect to happen? it drawls.
They only ever let me get out of my bed for a monitored walk to the bathroom. Since getting my own room, my dad has been able to see me at any point of the day. I haven't allowed Anthony in though, afraid that once he sees me like this, he'll finally see what I really am.
My eyes are sunken into their sockets, my hair dull, my fingernails chewed to the stubs.
I was half asleep in bed, tracing slow circles over the thin sheets of the bed. Just as I open my eyes, my eyelids feeling heavy, I see Franny standing in the doorway.
"Alice.. Oh my god.. Honey, I'm so sorry."
I turn over under the covers, blocking out the sounds of Franny's whimpering voice. I keep the sheet pulled up over my heads tugging my comforter from over up too.
"Alice.." she says, gently tugging the covers away from my face.
"Why have you been avoiding Anthony's calls and texts? You told the front desk not to let him into your room."
Instead of answering, I turn away from her, hoping that she can't really see my face. Tears burn in my eyes.
I hear her sigh and stand as the chair pushes back and I hear her shoes scuff as she leaves. The tears start falling slowly, leaving me feeling incredibly guilty for not seeing Anthony and guilty for ruining my dad's life.
Later that night, it's almost midnight when I hear a disruption down the hall. I stand up, my feet screaming in shock at coming in contact with the cold tile floor. I stand on shaking legs and peer around the corner of the wall to the door of my room. I open it silently to be able to hear what going on, my curiosity peeked
"Please, you don't understand." Immediately I know it's Anthony and I can recognize the pain in his voice enough to know that he's on the verge of tears. I quietly pad out from my room, dragging my machines behind me with one fat arm, unnoticed by the nurses. I feel like a ghost, walking along, no one really seeing me. I'm only feet away from him when he pushes his hands through his hair, backing away from the front desk to fall to his knees. He turns his head in all directions, finally taking notice of me.
"Ally. Oh my god.."
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Sinking Through the Cracks
RomanceAlly has never had friends. Ally has never had parents who really cared for her. Ally has never had a peaceful day at school. She is anorexic, though she has never had it treated. She has horrible times of depression though she always just puts...
