Cuts.
Thats all I found on my best friend Ivy's arms these days. I tried to help her through everything, but it gets hard. We did everything together, including owning a blog about depression. I had been sinking further into sadness the more I thought about it, really. It was never anything to worry about though.
That was until I found Ivy hanging in my bedroom. I slowly approached her, tears stinging in my eyes. I never thought she would actually do this.Vigorously, my best friend started to swing around on her rope until she faced me. Her eyes shot open and she started screaming my name,
"Lindsay! Lindsay, what are you doing?!" I jolted up in bed, sweat on the back of my neck.
"Z, its time to go to school!" My mom was yelling for me from downstairs.
That was one of my worse nightmares. Its been happening a couple times every month now, I'm worried out of my mind for Ivy.
Pushing my thoughts aside, I hurry to find some clothes to wear to this hell hole people call school. The mirror catches my eye while I'm in my bra and underwear, and I turn to look. I immediately look down at my sickening thighs.
"You dont really have to eat today, do you?" I hear Ana whisper to me, she does that all the time.
"You are fat, dear. When will you understand? Do something about this," she pleads.
"Z? Is everything alright?" My mom knocks on the door and I jump.
"Yeah, mom. I'll be ready in a minute," I reply. I decide not to eat breakfast and lunch today and head out the door.
The people at my bus stop are silent. Outcasts, I would say. All of them turn to look as I approach the curb. They're probably looking at my colossal body. God, I'm so fat.
The bus finally arrives and I get on, dreading the day ahead. At least I have Ivy to understand why I dont want to eat, shes dealing with anorexia too. I dont know how I'll get through my other friend Madi though. She already suspects something is going on with my eating.
It all started as a diet, really. Once Ivy introduced me to the blog, I was hooked. I kept seeing ana tips and ways to get skinny, so I tried a few. Then I started to count calories, and they became fewer each day. The scale became my obsession, and I just wanted to lose more and more. I was introduced to Ana then, and she was so pretty and intriguing. I wanted, no, needed to be her.
