Sasha looked me up and down, I prayed she didn’t know what I was doing in there.
“You look horrible, your makeup is smudged were you crying?” I love how completely blunt she is about this.
I must have been crying in there but I didn’t even realize it. It has been such a year with helping my mom run her dog grooming business, trying not to search my brothers Facebook page every day and trying not to picture what it would be like if my dad came back into my life and then we would all live happily ever after. My brother left two years ago. About the time I started purging. He deleted his Facebook page and basically dropped of the internet all together. My father did the same thing (must run in the family), he left my mother and I when I was much younger. We haven’t heard from him since.
“Nice to see you to.” I joked. “Must have been the shrimp!”
“Sorry. You want to go home” Sasha said, hooking her arm into mine as we walked to our window table. This was the only restaurant nice enough in town for people go on dates here. But every Sunday we come here for their buffet. This tradition started before I was lead down the dark windy road of bulimia, so I couldn’t just abruptly stop coming here with her.
“Yeah sorry do you mind driving me home, I don’t really feel like myself today”. Or any day for the last two years. I added silently in my head. I hated asking her to leave with me but she was my only ride. Since she was 16 years old while I was 15 and a half!
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Not Perfect
Teen FictionBritt is a teenage girl who is fighting with bulimia. After her dad walked out on her and her mom, and her older brother moved out two years ago with out notice, she began to feel she couldnt control her own l...
