she will be loved

1

"Camila! There's Chipotle!"

The Cuban girl groaned, dragging herself out of her bed. The same old response would always roll off her tongue.

'I'm not hungry.'

'I'll eat later.'

'I already ate.'

Her face met with her four bandmates as she walked downstairs. "Guys, I'm not too hungry."

In fact, Camila was starving. She hadn't eaten much for the past two days. Hell, she would do anything just for a sandwich.

No Camila, she thought, you're already fat enough.

"C'mon babe, " Lauren hugged her behind her waist, "you haven't eaten with us in days."

Nobody caught onto her anorexia. Not even her girlfriend. She stuck her arms into her hoodie pockets, trying to hide to several scars on her wrists. No one caught onto the slits on her skinny arms either. Camila always tried her best to hide her scars. If someone did figure out, she was just plain screwed. "I'm going on a run. I'll eat later."

The skinny girl ran up the stairs, changing into her running outfit, and pulling her hair up into a ponytail. She took a look at herself in the mirror, taking note at every flaw her body resembled. The truth was, Camila was never really fat. In fact, the nineteen year old was a whopping eighty-two pounds. Her anorexia had taken over her body the day when the girl's had received their 7/27 outfits, and she noticed that her costume was a size too small, while the other girls fit perfectly into their costumes. No one had ever told her she was fat, nor did anyone think that, but she took it upon herself to eat as less as she could.

She stepped out of the household, feeling a relief of fresh air immediately walking out the door.

-

A dizziness in her head began to grow. The tiny girl hadn't eaten or drank anything in the last twelve hours. No, she didn't like it, nor she thought it was right. But it was something she needed to do, for herself, and for everyone. 

It was about a lap or two around the park where Camila began to slow down and take a rest on the nearest bench. Her entire world was spinning, literally. She couldn't feel anything but her head pounding against itself. Camila was screaming, but were soon muffled by pain, urging to spread all over her body. 

The Cuban girl was now lying down on the bench, with her eyes covering her face. Her vision seemed to have blurred, now only showing splattered colors of trees and grass. She tried to reach for her phone lying in front of her, but the pain and repetitve aching and seemed to already won dominance. 

And there she passed out, cold.

-

"She looks...dead."

"No shit, Dinah. She's unconscious."

"Can you two shut the hell up? Camila will be waking up soon!"

The skinny girl woke up to her four band mates crowding around the hospital bed like she was some zoo animal. Her head was practically aching, and her lips felt like sandpaper.

"Welcome back, Camz."