To The Boy with Hazel Eyes; e.d

Peer pressure and deep voices

"Knock knock" I heard a voice say. I turn to my door frame to see my sister leaning on the wood.

I jump up from my bed and bring her into a hug. I breathe out in relief when i'm in her arms. 

"Please get me out of here." I whisper in her ear, tightening the hug.

She pulls away, giggling while walking to my desk. "Nope. Not until you're eating full meals, Beats." She said smiling, sitting on the chair. 

I rolled my eyes, closing the door behind me.  She was wearing my old dress sweater that I used to love, then I realized how big it made me look.

But it doesn't look big on her, it complimented her so well.

That's because you're the ugly twin. The unwanted twin.

I shook my head slightly before taking a seat on my bed, trying to ignore the voice.

"Mom and I, well, me; I talked to your hot doctor and he gave me the therapy schedule for the family therapy sessions." She explained, waving a piece of paper around. "Mom couldn't make it so I came instead." I rolled my eyes once more.

Obviously she didn't show up. 

"This is a cute room." She commented, her eyes looking around. 

Her eyeliner was pointed gorgeously and her hair was naturally curled and fell nicely down her back. She was beautiful. No wonder she has guys at her feet all the time.

"You can take it." I offered, snapping myself out of my head, looking out the window. "I just wanna go out and explore instead of being in this mess of a building." 

She leaned over and put her hand on my thigh. "Then force every ounce of your body to get better." She said seriously, her blue eyes staring into my boring brown ones. "That's why I brought your favourite chocolate bar!" She exclaimed with a smile before hunting something out of her bag.

My stomach dropped. "You didn't." I whispered in panic.

She turned to me, the Dairy Milk bar in her hand, grinning. "But I did." Handing it to me.

"How did you find these?" I asked, the bar in my hand. 

My dad used to have business up in the UK and would bring me a bar every time. They're delicious milk chocolate bars that I loved and was easily hooked on it.

"Vince." She smiled. Vince was her boyfriend of 2 years. He's Australian so that's how he got them; I'm guessing he has a whole stack.

I looked at the purple wrapping on the bar. 

200 calories.
Are you sure you want to eat that?

"Ugh shut up!" I groaned to my brain. I looked up, realizing that my sister was still in the room as she looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Thoughts?" She asked, chuckling.

"Yup." I answered, hand over my eyes. "Trust me Mari, I do want to get better, I just don't know how." I vulnerably confessed, my voice shaky. 

"I know, Len." She comforted me. She got up, took the bar away from me, put it on my bedside, and pulled me into a hug. "You will get better, I promise."

After a while of catching up with drama from school, I heard another knock on my door. 

"Oh, I didn't know Marilyn was here!" Doctor Oliver exclaimed excitedly, pulling Mari into a hug. "I haven't seen you in forever!" 

She was also Mari's therapist for her OCD when we were kids. The only difference is that she took better control over it than me.

"How are you, Martha?" My sister asked, pulling away from the hug.