Behind the Fake Smile *completed*

Behind the Fake Smile Cp22

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling idly feeling sorry for myself. I felt terrible and I knew that I looked it, nothing could change my mind. I closed my eyes feeling weak, mum suggested some more sleep but I wasn't tired I just felt like I couldn't move.

Apparently, that's the same as being tired but even so, I tried to sleep but my body refused and in end I  just became frustrated with myself which used up more of my energy. Mum walked in the room carrying a tray with burger, fries, a large chocolate milk shake and a can of Pepsi.

She smiled sympathetic at me, "How are you?"

"I feel like poop," I decided that a cuss word wasn't really relevant.

Mum stroked my head-,"You aren't burning up, I don't know what's the matter with you."

My mum looked helpless and my heart sank for her, I know how discouraged she gets when she doesn't know something that she should. "I'm sure I'll be fine," I smiled.

"Well if it doesn't get any better by tomorrow I'm taking you to the doctors, it's almost been a week since you last came out of your room with the exception of going to the toilet and come to think of it, you've been going to the toilet quite a lot... and you're going to be missing important lessons-"

"Mum!" I interrupted. "I'm practically dying here and you're worried about school?" I laughed at her.

"Oh don't exaggerate," she tutted and waved her hand at me in a dismissive manner.

"I'm fine with work, Michael's giving me my homework from my lessons to complete and things I don't understand he goes over with me," I shrugged.

It's true, Michael had been coming over every day giving me a brief summery of each lesson that I've missed and my homework- anything I didn't understand he explained perfectly. Michael was being really sweet to me ever since I've fallen really ill. He's not in my year, never mind my lessons, so that he has to go to the teachers in his free time and get the information. He, surprisingly, understood why I couldn't ask anyone in my year; he said he knew what they were like.

Michael didn't really seem to resent me about the whole ordeal with Emma. They were still dating each other but he knew that Emma had what was coming to her.

"That Michael's a sweet boy y'know," she smiled at me and played with my greasy hair despite that I haven't had the energy to bathe myself. "Now I want all that finished withing ten minutes, I want you to practically inhale it! I don't care how full you are, you need to eat!" Mum scolded me playfully.

I nodded at her with a smile before she walked out.

For about two weeks I have been loosing weight... rapidly. At first I was happy, I mean what girl wouldn't? I'm sure everyone would be over delighted at the fact that they have lost four pounds within a week without doing any exercises or dieting whatsoever.

Another week past and I was still losing weight, I didn't give much thought into it just put it off to my metabolism but people started to know the difference especially my mum who was getting worried since I was still eating my usual foods which contained 70%  junk.

Before I knew it, I lost a stone within the two weeks and I began feeling extremely weak and here I am, almost a weak later getting skinnier and weaker but not any better so my mum thought that she could feed me extremely fatty foods with a high cholesterol to try and fatten me up. I ate according to my mum's instructions, large bites and chewing until the pieces are small enough to swallow without chocking.

I placed the small blue circular tray on the floor and began reading my revision guides (mothers orders) and whilst I was reading about Diffusion in Biology, the door opened again and in came Michael dressed still in his school uniform and his black side bag bulging to the point of bursting.