Chapter 1 (Please tell me what you guys think if anyone is even reading this? I know its short but I'm just starting and hopefully you guys like it! because, this is a story based on my reality)
My name is Mia, like the princess from The Princess Diariess, but trust me, I am no princess, and I will never have a happily ever after. It's been a year since I got out of treatment, I'm In 8th grade now. Let me tell you a little story, I was bullied brutally kindergarten through out 5th grade, they would call me names, push me around, and beat me up. I was your average chubby weirdo or as they like to call me the freak beast. In 4th grade I started cutting myself. I thought to myself, why should I let others hurt me? I deserve to hurt myself. And soon, it became an addiction. And then, I started my eating disorder in 5th grade. I would restrict my food intake, and whenever I did eat, I would puke it up. I have also attempted suicide a couple of times, but it never worked out...sadly. My so called "best friend", Katie found out about my cutting in 7th grade and she told the principal, soon the principal told my mom, who told me doctor, and sent me to this hospital, Alexian Brothers Behavioral Health Hosipital, or just simply Alexian. I was like 13 at the time and I really didnt want to get better, weeks past and I was sick of missing school, and focusing on my "recovery." So I did a stupid thing and I faked it out. I pretended to be better, like the whole thearpy thing worked, but truth is therapy was the death of me. When I came back to school, so many questions were thrown at me, and pretty soon, the truth came out, and I was more of a freak than I already was. And all the kids laughed at me, Katie didn't even stand up for me. I was completely alone. Yeah, sure they had found out about my cutting, but they never found out about my eating disorder, me being 13 I decided to still cut and still restrict and purge. Now, I'm 14 and the 8th grade is almost over. My family thinks I'm better, but honestly I'm at my worst. I'm starting to question my sexuality, my friends, wait, what friends? My family doesn't understand me, I'm failing mostly all of my classes. Since when did I, the perfect little Indian girl, from a perfect little Indian famliy, start to go downhill? Beep, Beep. I hear my phone ring, I got a text. It's Michelle
Michelle: Hey, you okay? you seemed out of it at school today.
Michelle is the only one who understands me, we've known eachother since 5th grade and she knows everything about me.
Me: No, I'm not okay. I'm falling apart.
Michelle: Mia, you know I only want the best for you, why dont you go back and get help?
Me: Me? Go back?!? No, you are crazy.
Michelle: Mia, it's for your own good. I don't want you to sink.
Me: If I jump, let me sink.
Michelle: No way! Mia, you are my friend and I care about you, if you care about me, you would get the help you need.
I did care about Michelle, and I hate it when she is right. I'm miserable and I feel so sad. I think it's time I get the help I need, it is for the better.
Me: Maybe you are right, Michelle. I do need help.
Michelle: You should talk to your mom and get help right away.
Me: I will, right now. Thanks
Michelle: No problem. Good luck!
So this is it, I'm actually doing this? I thought to myself as I walked down the stairs, I can hear my heart beat louder and louder. Am I really ready to get the help I need? I mean, If Demi Lovato did it, so can I right? Demi Lovato is my Idol, she saved my life. You see, the last suicide attempt I had, my phone rang and my ringtone was Skyscraper by Demi Lovato. I was popping in the pills and that song played, it made me question life. I threw the pills out and as for the person on the other line of the phone, it was a blocked number and I never picked it up. But that song will always be with me. Always.
I got downstairs and I saw my mom watching one of her Indian soap operas, man she loves those things. And here comes the butterflies in my stomach, "Mom" I say, my voice cracks.
