To The Boy with Hazel Eyes; e.d

Getting Ready

"The red one, the white one makes you look washed out." Marilyn said, eating popcorn out of Ivy's bowl.

"I agree, plus the red colour makes your dark features pop." Ivy agreed, pointing at the dress on my right. "And you can show off the girls." She winked as Marilyn laughed.

I blushed, putting the white dress down and looking at the red dress in front of me.

After I helped Ethan study for our English test, the next day, once we were finished writing our evaluations, he pulled me to aside and asked me out on a formal date.

"Where are you taking me, Ethan?" I asked him, our fingers interlocked as he walked me to my therapy session.

"Well, I begged Doctor Oliver to let me take you out. And after a long argument, she finally let me." He explained, ending it with a toothy smile. "And where we are going is a surprise."

I glared at him, trying to figure out what he did.

"What's the catch?" I asked.

"Our curfew is 11, I have to have a tracker on me, and a chaperon will be in the next building if they suspect anything." He gave out with a sigh.

I smiled at the memory as I gently placed the dress on my bed in front of Ivy and Marilyn. Ever since Sydney was discharged, I've gotten closer with Ivy.

"Okay, take that towel off of your head and let me start straightening your hair." Marilyn said, clapping her hands together from the pop corn.

"I'll go grab my makeup box from my room." Ivy also spoke up, getting up and walking out of my room.

I sat on my desk chair, looking at myself in the mirror.

He wanted to take me to a movie because he was scared that a dinner would make me panic. But I quickly denied.

Dr.Oliver has been very pleased with my eating habits lately. I've been eating more than I did. I've been eating a lot of fruit and vegetables; I don't think i'm ready for bread or meat yet, but thanks to Ethan, I'm getting better.

The voices in my head aren't as loud as it used to be, I don't gag at the smell of food as much, I feel more energy through out the day, I can feel myself getting better.

As I stared at myself at the mirror, I noticed how full my face looks. I noticed how brighter my eyes are. My baby hairs are growing back from the hair loss that I experienced during my starving period.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around my collarbone and my sister's head relaxed on my shoulder.

"I'm so proud of you, Lennon." She told me softly. "You're looking more and more beautiful by the day. Mom and dad will be so proud."

I sighed, placing my hand on hers.

"How do you feel about becoming healthy again?" She asked me, getting up and turning on the straightener.

"I feel good." I said honestly. "He helped me through a lot, Mari. He's doing a better job than the doctors" I explained to her as she began straightening my hair.

"How so?" She asked.

"It's just, he makes me feel loved. He always reminds me that I'm beautiful. His eyes distract me from what i'm doing, my anxiety levels drop whenever i look into them. He says that I shouldn't compare myself to you because we're both unique people." I told her, fiddling with my fingers.

I saw a smile appear on her face through the mirror.

"Well, I am excited to meet this boy."

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