P.O.V. Mayara
I sit there, in the kitchen, watching my disguisting food. Al those calories. 'Mayara, eat.': my mother says, when she realise I haven't eaten yet. I simply nod and grab my sandwich.
Don't eat!
I have to...
Then you will have to purge, later!
I sigh and bite tiny bites from my sandwich. I don't want my family to get suspicious. Especially Demi can't know this! She will be so disappointed in me. But she isn't here. She left a few minutes ago with Dallas. I have no idea why.
I ate half of my sandwich and I'm full. 'Can I go to my room, please?': I ask my mom. She looks at my sandwich and then at me. 'Aren't you hungry?' 'No, I have my period.' Well, it isn't a lie, I have my period. My mom nods and I make my way to my room. I walk towards my bathroom and close the door. I lock it carefully, just in case if somebody will come to my room. I don't care to look in the mirror, I just walk to the toilet. I let two fingers in my troat and then pruge everything 'till everything is out of me. All those awful calories, the calories that will make me fat. I walk to my mirror and look at it. Gross! It will change soon, I hope.
I wash my face and make sure my eyes aren't that red anymore. I wash my hands and put in a mint. I look one more time in the mirror and then slowly make my way to my bedroom.
I have my head down. 'We need to talk, Mayara.': Demi says. Wtf, are they doing in my room?! Demi and Dallas are sitting on my bed. Then my head is full of questions. Did they heard me? Are they worried about me? Where do they wanna talk about? 'Yeah, sure. What is it?': I ask as calm as I can. 'We're worried about you, MayMay.': Dallas says. I hell no. This ain't gonna be fun.
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Sorry short chapter. I think the next chapter will be longer.
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Mayara Lovato (Demi Lovato f.f.)
FanfictionMayara Michele Lovato is my name, as you can guess is my famous sister Demi Lovato. I am just a nobody in my house. I hate school and my life is fucked up. Can I handle my life? Will anybody find out my secrets? - multiply times number 1 tags.