"I guess you've been through a lot..."
Corey stated, looking puzzled by thought.
I shrugged my shoulders.
He was meant to say that,
it was his job,
wasn't it?
"Do you want to get better?"
That was the question that struck me.
"What do you mean by better?"
I asked him and he looked at me oddly.
"Do you want to eat again,
do you want people to look at you and not see a pile of bones?"
He asked.
"Not really,
I just want to be able to eat dessert,
and not feel fat or guilty if I want more."
I stated simply.
"Well I guess you've been pretty desserted recently."
He chuckled and I looked at him quizically.
"You know deserted, like alone, but dessert..."
I sighed.
"Yeah I got it, I just wish I hadn't..."
YOU ARE READING
desserted (brooklyn's story)
Teen Fictionshe didn't mean for it to happen, she stopped eating, not because she was fat, she knew she was already small, still didn't stop her from making comparisons though. (first book in the 'small' series. based on my own experiences)
