She Told Me Not to Worry (SEQUEL to He Told Me Not to Tell) COMPLETE

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Kenzie's POV

I've spent all this week trying to skip meals, but I haven't been successful once. Mom seems to know what's going on. Every time I say that I'm not hungry, she always reminds me of how it isn't good to skip a meal. It's just a few meals every once in a while. What's so bad about that? And I have good reason, too. Of course, I wouldn't tell Mom that I'm trying to get skinnier. I see nothing wrong with it, but I'm sure Mom does.

I've also had more and more urges to cut. I don't know why. Because I feel like even more of a failure after I've been unsuccessful with not eating? I don't really know.

I do know that I need to find a way to stop the itching on my thighs without Mom knowing.

I knew exactly what I was going to do.

I waited until Mom was in the shower, then I went into her room.

Yes, Demi Lovato sings in the shower.

Yes, she still sounds hella good.

As quietly as I could, I searched for my blades. Where could she have put them? I looked through all of the desks and drawers. I looked under her mattress, under everything. I couldn't find anything.

But if I found the ones she has, she would know.

I then remembered that Mom always kept extra razors in the main bathroom. Whenever used them. They were there for if a guest came over and needed to shave for whatever reason.

I ran to the atheism and searched through the cabinets.

Yes.

She didn't take them.

I grabbed one and went to my room. I broke it, throwing away the plastic pieces. Now left in my hand were five new, clean blades.

I heard Mom's door open. Crap! Where do I hide these? Definitely not in the same place as before. That would be too obvious. I knew I didn't have time to hide them before Mom passed my room, so I tucked them in the back pocket of my jeans right before she stopped in front of my door.

"Hey," she said with her hair wrapped in a towel.

"Hi," I said, trying to sound calm.

"Nick wanted to know if we wanted to go out to eat with him tonight," Mom said while smiling.

"Yeah, sure, definitely," I responded, speaking a little faster than what I intended to.

Mom gave me a questioning look. "You okay?"

I nodded. "Mmhmm."

"Okay," she said, still skeptical. "Well start getting ready. He'll pick us up in about half an hour."

"Alright."

She was going to leave, but stopped herself.

"Remember when I did your hair every time we had to get ready for something?"

I smiled. "I loved it."

"Does my little girl want her mommy to do her hair again?"

I laughed. "Does her mommy want to do her little girl's hair again?"

Mom nodded, making me laugh. I followed her to her room, where she started curling my hair.