What have you done to yourself Alice?

7

-2 weeks later
"ALICE, GET OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW!."

What a wonderful way to be woken up on a Saturday.

"ALICE!"

"Yes, alright mum, I'm coming"

I rubbed my eyes and dragged myself out of bed. My eyes felt heavy and dry. My limbs ached. I ran downstairs to see why mum was angry at me now.

"Alice, what is this?"

She looked furious, I looked down, she was holding my journal in her hand, she must have taken it while I was asleep.
The lock had been broken.

"Mum, that's my journal! For me to write personal things in!!"

I was so angry I hid my hands behind my back and dug my nails into my skin, making it sting.

She opened the book at a random page and read from it.

"This is not what a journal is usually used for Ali..'I am so fat, I won't allow myself to eat, what's the point in food anyway, why would you eat if you could be beautiful. GOD I'M SO FAT. If I never get skinny I'll kill mys-"

I grabbed the journal out of her hands and held it to my chest.

"I can write whatever THE FUCK I WANT IN MY JOURNAL MUM. IT'S NOT FOR YOU TO READ. IT DOESN'T CONCERN YOU!"

I was so angry I ran upstairs with the journal, I could barely see the stairs through my tears.

I opened the door to my room and slammed it behind me. My feet fell under me as soon as I got in the room, sat on the floor I began sobbing and quietly screaming.

"I HATE THIS HOUSE I HATE MY LIFE.......I hate me."

I wiped my eyes and looked down at the broken lock on my journal and began tracing it with my fingers. My hands now had digs all over them from my nails.