The Part of Me That You Don't See~a Dance Moms Maddie AND Mackenzie story~

Ch 20: In A Slump

WARNING WARNING! This chapter may contain slight trigger warning! 

Maddie's POV:

I paced my room anxiously, just trying to kill some time. I want to make up with Mackenzie, tell her I was sorry, be friends, but I knew it wouldn't be easy. She would never just forgive me for all the years I tormented her. What made it harder is the fact that she won't come out of her bedroom. I've only seen her come out for Nutella and her forgotten phone charger. I hope she's happy again soon, because I really do care about her alot. I wonder why she just stormed out of the studio, but I'm gonna get to the bottom of this. 

Mackenzie's POV:

I run my fingers through my greasy hair. I haven't showered in 3 days. I haven't gone to dance or school or even bothered to charge my phone. I honestly just got the charger from my basement so my family would know I'm alive, not that they would care. When I went out, Maddie gave me the strangest sympathetic look. Well I don't need her pity. I'm fine.  I've been surviving off of food from my mini fridge, but that ran out yesterday. Oh well. Who needs food anyways when you're as fat as I am, right? At least my bathroom is connected to my room so I can drink water. I just ignore my stomach's grumbling. Seriously. I'm 5'5" and 3/4 and I weigh 119! (A/N: This is NOT bad this is a little below average for a girl Kenzie's age so don't get upset.) I should have longer legs. Bigger muscles, a slimmer stomach. I think. They say skipping meals is bad, because you will give in and eat too much. I can handle it. I won't eat. Trust me. I walk over to my bathroom and open the dark wood cabinet. I pull out Mom's scale that I stole. I almost can't work up the nerve to stand on it, but I do. I gingerly place one foot onto it, looking away. Then I stepped onto it with the other foot and closed my eyes tightly, a sickening feeling washing over my stomach. "I can't do it." I whisper to my reflection. I continue to stare at myself in the mirror, avoiding looking down.

"Come on Mackenzie! Just look at the dang scale!" I tell myself. Slowly I bow my head, and open my eyes. The weight on the scale is a lie. I refuse to believe it. 

115

115

115

The red arrow rests on the number, 115.

Impossible. 

90 is my goal weight. What? That's how much Brynn weighs. She's beautiful. I'm not. Simple as that. Sorry, food, you've gone from my best friend to ditched. We'll be taking a break for a while.

A/N: Aww poor Kenzie! Also I'm sorry for the slight trigger. Don't you feel bad for her? She's so skinny and beautiful but can't see through it! ALso sorry  for the short chapter! New update soon. Don't forget to comment, vote, and add to your library! Love ya all!)