I woke up around 6:15 to my dad coming upstairs and telling me it's time for dinner. Yuck!
When I get downstairs I immediately smell chicken and rice, something I actually will eat without throwing it up.
I grab three plates one for Dad, my younger sister Marissa, and one for me.
I set the plates down and start scooping me and Marissa's food. I scoop the tiniest bit for me and start eating.
After we finished eating in silence, might I add. I quickly and quietly walk up to my room and towards my bathroom. I reach under the sink and grab my blade, my bestfriend. I slightly pull down my pants to where my hip is visible and make 6 horizontal cuts. Only two deep. Then, as I'm walking out of my bathroom, after I've taped the blade back up, I notice how fat I am. I know I said that I wouldn't throw this meal up, but I have to. Back to the toilet. As soon as I get there I stick my fingers down my throat and you must know what happens next. After I'm done purging, I go and lay down to calm my aching belly and write in my journal.
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Journal Entry 2:
They always say food is supposed to help not hurt, well in my case its the opposite, unfortunately. I was never really fat, until now. Weight: 101
Goal: 90
Calorie count:
Breakfeast: 0
Lunch: 0
Dinner: 200
Water: 0
And at that, I fell asleep
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So there's the second chapter!!!!!!
It wasn't hard and I've found out that I LOVE writing. Well that's it!
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FantasyBella is a twelve year old girl who desperately needs help. Will she get it before it's too late? Read to find out.
