The first thing I did when I got home was look for a pair of scissors. Once I found them, I cut off the plastic band tightly secured around my wrist.
Name: Luke Hemmings
DOB: July 16, 1996 Age: 18
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 105 lbs
When the wrist band came lose, I slipped it into my drawer with all the others.
It was always the same. My mum thought the hospital visits were somehow going to help me in the long run. She hoped that, one day, she would see the once fun and loving little boy that was filled with laughter and smiles. The boy who would chase airplanes down the street with his friends for no reason other than because it was fun. Little did she know, the son she had all those years ago, was long gone.
The thing that bothers me the most is probably how often the hospital visits occur. I wonder, at what point, will my mum give up like I did.
•x•x•
The next morning, I wake up to the sound of my loud and extremely annoying alarm clock. Out of habit, I check my phone that set on my night stand.
Michael: WAKE UP SUNSHINE. I'M TAKING YOUR ASS TO SCHOOL THIS MORNING.
Michael: Bring cash, we're stopping for breakfast.
About twenty minutes later, I was standing on my front porch, waiting for my best friend to show up. The air around me was cold, but I didn't mind it. I've always liked cold weather.
After waiting a few minutes, Mikey's car pulled up to my driveway.
"Get in the car, princess!" The newly red haired boy exclaimed from the road. I grabbed my things and shoved my wallet in my back pocket.
"Hey Mikey." I said, stepping into the passenger side of his car.
Michael was my only friend. Sure, I had other people I talked to between classes or during lunch, but Mikey was the only one that I preferred over everyone else. If I ever needed him, he would drop everything and to come to my rescue. He was my rock, and I don't know what I would do without him.
Michael never knew about the hospital visits, or my eating disorder, for that matter, even though he was my best friend. In fact, nobody knew except for my mum. But it's not like anyone else needed to know. It's my business and mine alone.
We stopped and got our breakfast and ate it on the way to school. Of course I said I wasn't hungry, so I shoved mine in my bag. I'd end up giving it to someone later.
Once we got to school, Michael and I said our goodbyes and we parted ways. About halfway through first period, I gave my breakfast sandwich to a guy named Derek.
•x•x•
"You wanna do something later?" Michael asked, with a mouthful of pizza.
"Like what?"
"I don't know. We could go see a film. I heard that Spider Man movie is pretty good." He mused.
"How did I know you were going to say that?"
Michael just shrugged waggishly. "Beats me."
We chatted until the lunch bell rang before going about the rest of yet another boring school day.
•x•x•
//An//
Anorexia, or any type of self mutilation is very serious. Please don't hesitate to go to someone for help. I've lost a lot of people in my life to things like this and it breaks my heart to know people hurt that bad. I'm here to help anyone.
Aside from that I hope you enjoy this book. Any questions, comments or concerns, please feel free to message me :)
-M
