"Catherine! For goodness sake Catherine dinner is getting cold, come downstairs now!" My mum screamed up to me.
I hated my mum. My dad left home when i was 14 and took my younger brother sammy with him. I never understood why exactly, but i had some suspicion it was something to do with me. It was always me. I love my Dad, he understands me. My mum on the other hand is the complete opposite, she doesn't understand. I remember the day he left, mum had told me he needed to take Sammy away for a while. Mum and dad had been arguing alot, despite this I thought he would be back after a week. But 2 years later and its still just me and mum. Still, dad phones me all the time annd sends me gifts but its not been the same since he left.
I better go down. I thought to myself, I couldn't stay up here forever could I? But I was running out of things to do, and say. Why couldn't she understand I am just not hungry.
Everyday its something new, yesturday I told her I had eaten a large meal at school and I was still full. The day before I had dinner at a friends house, but of course I was just out with Ana.
Ana seems to know everything. Its strange, she can always come up with good excuses to get out of having food. She says its because she used them all the time when she was like me, which is why now she is always so skinny and pretty.
I decided to text Ana.
She replied almost immediately saying
Hey Cathy, just tell your mum you are not feeling to well and need to go to bed early tonight. I will be over in 15 minutes. Just do what I say and you will be fine. You are doing this for the best remember, I want you to feel as great as I do.. A x
I read the text over and over before I was ready to face my mum. I want you to feel as great as I do. That's all that stuck in my mind, I knew she was right.
I made my way down stairs trying my best to seem sick and really not up for eating anything to night. I had done this before, it was nothing new.
My mum rolled her eyes at the sight of me. ''What's wrong now?'' She moaned.
''I don't feel to good, I think I may just go to bed early'' I felt a lump at the back of my throat, I may have hated her but I also hated lying to her. I could see the disbelief on her face and I knew what was coming next and I couldn't risk it. ''I'm sorry mum, really I am. Dinner looks lovely'' I lied, and ran upstairs before she could stop me.
''I'm sorry mum'' I whispered to myself, and then.. I saw her.
