Anorexia - My Story (Fiction)

Should I be worried?

I was just fixing my hair when I realized I should change my outfit to something more presentable for the meeting. What do you even wear anyways? I decided on a white blazer with a black pencil dress underneath that goes down to just above my knees. I paired it with some black flats. I don't have any heels yet! I put my hair in a low bun as well. I grabbed a white clutch to finish the whole outfit off. I hope I don't look too formal. (Outfit in photo above! I wasn't forgetful this time;))

My phone began to ring and realized, it was 2:45! I have got to get going. I answered the call and realized it was Maddy.

"Hey girlie!"

"Hey madds, I can't talk for long," I said while trying to find my files in my backpack.

"It's fine, I just wanted to say good luck at the meeting! Don't do anything stupid okay? I want you out of there soon!"

I finally got my files and looked up to see Derek looking at me, I blushed slightly but continued talking to Maddy, "um yeah, I'll definitely try, I don't know though madds, I'm already stuck here for 3 weeks with this pervert," I said looking up at Derek.

"I'm not a pervert!" Derek yelled, "I was just looking..." Derek said with a wink.

"Oooohhhh Rosie don't worry you'll marry him! He obviously got the feels for you!"

I rolled my eyes, "whatever, I'm going to be late Ill text you when I'm finished,"

"Okay Rose, good luck!"

"Thanks, bye," I said while hanging up and putting my room key in my clutch. I 'formally' ran out the door while saying,

"Be back in a bit, don't miss me too much big baby!" I chuckled.

As I was walking down the hall I got more anxious, damn, I should've taken my meds. I looked down at my outfit and saw an indent in my right pocket. I looked in my pocket and a note with a small bottle with two pills. The note read,

'I knew you would forget these so I put some in your pocket just in case you needed them, you can thank me later sweetie.

-D'

Ugh, he can be sweet sometimes. I popped the pills in my mouth and swallowed them easily. I put the bottle and note in my clutch and continued walking toward the conference room.

****

"It says here your taking classes at Loyola?" A doctor said.

"Yes."

"Has anorexia nervosa affected your daily life?" "Are you depressed?" The same doctor said.

I thought back to the time I sobbed in my bathroom, knowing I wouldn't get any better, I also remember looking at myself when I was back at my house, my thin figure I saw disgustingly.

"Not at all," I said as firmly as I could manage.

"Have you talked to any of your family members?"

I had almost forgot about them. I was too wrapped up with my conditions I haven't heard or spoken to them, I haven't even visited my siblings in rehab. But I didn't want too.

"No." I said sternly.

"We recommend you speak to them because-"