ANA

eleven

My murderer is this girl named Ana

She starved me to my grave

My heart finally stopped beating

I couldn't continue being brave

chapter eleven:

It had been four days since I had been admitted into that hospital. My parents would visit me every day and as soon as school was over, Gemma and Miles would come too.

Ana hadn't showed up in the hospital and I was thankful for that. I had almost died because of Ana so seeing her wasn't exactly what I wanted in that moment. 

Even though Ana wasn't around anymore to call me fat, I still thought I weighed too much. I didn't want to eat. I couldn't eat. I was given the NG tube which wasn't exactly something that made me happy. 

Someone knocked on the door and Gemma came inside. She put her bag on one of the chairs and sat on the one closest to my bed. 

"How are you feeling today?" She asked and I just shrugged. She gave me a small smile and tried to comb my hair with her fingers. "Everything is going to get better."

"What if I don't want things to get better?" I asked and sighed. "What if I don't want to get better?"

Gemma furrowed her eyebrows. "Why wouldn't you want to get better?"

"Getting better means getting fat again."

She grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. 

"You're not fat, Maya. You never were and I'm pretty sure you'll never be. But what if you were? Your weight does not define who you are. Being skinny isn't a synonym for being perfect." She had tears in her eyes but she quickly wiped them. "You are beautiful and you're the best person I've ever met so why are you doing this? You're already amazing."

I didn't reply. I didn't know what to say. It was hard for me to believe her words. How could she say I was amazing when I wasn't even mentally stable? 

"Miles cares a lot about you, you know?" She said after a few minutes of silence between us. "Even when you tried to push him away, he was still there for you and even when you told him you didn't need his help, he still tried to help you." 

"I know." I nodded slowly thinking about all the times I told Miles I didn't need him. I didn't know how wrong I was. "I'm glad he was there for me. I'm glad you were there for me too."

She smiled. "Me too."

(a/n): This is not the end of the story! I hope you're enjoying it so far! Vote and comment down below who your favourite character is please. I'd really like to know! I would also like to know: if I wrote another book about another mental illness like anxiety or depression, would you read it?

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