I stayed in my room the rest of that day, crying on and off, reading through my journal to see what my mother now knew about me. I didn't even go downstairs to get a drink.
In the middle of the night I heard my bedroom door open.
"Alice, look, you have hardly eaten anything in the last week. I can't sleep thinking that maybe I'll wake up to see that you haven't. We're going to the hospital now, if you like it or not.....I'm sorry."
Her eyes were bloodshot and teary. She looked almost as exhausted as I felt. I'd never seen her like this before.
"Okay mum."
I got up from bed and followed my mum downstairs. She had already packed a bag to take to hospital.
I was terrified, but I understood why she was doing it. I just wished she didn't care about me as much as she did. I wished she wanted me to lose weight, then I could have been skinny. But then again, I was greatful, because how little I had eaten, while I was proud, I was also scared as I felt too powerful, like I had too much control.
We both slowly walked to the car, it was raining but we both just walked in our pajamas. The streetlights shined onto the wet road, making it glisten.
Me and mum didn't talk the entire car journey. It felt so surreal. It was a blur.
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What have you done to yourself Alice?
Teen Fiction(uNFINISHED) A teenage girls struggle with an eating disorder. Not a true story, but based on my real life experiences. (better written than my first book) But darling, in real life, there are no happy endings. Would appreciate if you comment on my...
