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(a/n: i really wanna add smut into this but my brother found my wattpad and is reading this story so i can't i cri every time)

march 27th, 9:23am

"marina, for the last time, i'm not eating," lizzy muttered.

"this is getting out of hand, lizzy. do you honestly think having daily migraines, cramps, and sickness is worth it? because i don't think any of this is worth it. you're slowly killing yourself by doing this," marina exclaimed. "do you think i like watching you destroy yourself? because i really don't. if you ever want to leave this place, you have to get better."

"just- just shut up!" elizabeth yelled loudly. all eyes in the cafeteria turned to her. lizzy blushed and lowered her head. "sorry."

marina stopped talking. she tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but it was stuck like a wad of gum. lizzy glanced at marina and sighed.

"i'm sorry," marina muttered. "i just wanted to help you."

"i know," lizzy whispered.

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