The time passed on, it was suddenly dinner again and everyone was trudging towards the dining room. The soft sounds of feet pattering on the floor rang through the house. I sat on the wooden chairs and waited for each person to be seated.
"Grace everyone?" Luke asked, everyone clutched hands and bowed their heads. He repeated his usual speech and we all lifted our forks.
After swirling around a noodle on my plate; I lifted it to my mouth and shoved it inside without a second thought. I treasured the taste, feeling, pleasure from the food. Half an hour later my plate was empty. I trudged up to Luke's room, Full of disgust.
"I'm so gross Luke" I murmured into the pillow which I had shoved my face into.
"You're beautiful to me" He replied, rubbing my leg as he laid next to me.
With a groan, I said
"I wish I could just eat and not, you know, feel so fucking awful afterwards"
"You'll learn to my love, I promise you"
And with that my heart turned into a thousand butterflies, flying around my body.
"I want to get better, I want to live a normal life." I admitted.
"And you will, I'll help you." The boy said almost instantly.
My heart beat a thousand times quicker in my chest.
This boy will be the death of me.
"Come on, we've got to get to sleep. Dr B will throw a fit if you're sleeping in here with me so off you go" He said- with an almost pained look in his eye.
I stumbled off the bed and made my way to the shower.
I hummed to a tune I faintly recognised from a time before this whole mess began.
Running into his arms, my young self squealed in happiness. It was my birthday. What more could a six year old expect? I had a cake, presents and my mom and dad with me. Little did I know how much things would change. Like clockwork my mom lit the candles while they both sang the repetitive happy birthday song and I blew them out wishing as I did every year 'for everyone to be happy.'
