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I've been starving myself for 6 days. I don't know how in the world I've been able to not eat for almost a week. I wonder if my parents even care. I doubt it. They're usually too involved in themselves to actually realize what's going on with their teenage daughter.
I don't like my body. I've hated it ever since I was 16. I'm turning 18 in a month. Whoopee. I decide to change into a pair of nike pro's and a sports bra. I put on some tennis shoes, and grab my phone and headphones. I yell to my parents that I was going on a run. Obviously, either they didn't hear me or they didn't care.
I sigh and make my way through the door. I start to jog, and I can feel the neighbors looking at me, more like my body. Yes, I know I'm very close to having anorexia. My parents don't even knowledge me, so they don't know about it.
I stop for a second and start playing music from 5 Seconds of Summer's new EP. To be honest, these songs were my jam. I mumbled the lyrics while I continued jogging. It was about 10 minutes after I started, and I started feeling woozy.
I put my hand up to my forehead to try to stop the dizziness, but it just got worse. I fell to my knees, one hand on my stomach and the other on my forehead. I could tell this was from not eating. I had a bad stomach ache and I had a headache that was bigger than Earth and Venus combined.
All of a sudden, I fell on the ground. I opened my eyes, and everything started spinning. I heard someone yelling at me, saying something that I couldn't comprehend. Then I passed out.
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I groan and try opening my eyes. I get blinded by many bright lights. I immediately shut my eyes and rub them. I pull my hands back to my sides and slowly pry my eyes open. I look around in confusion, and then become familiar with my surroundings. I was in a hospital.
I started looking around my room, and I spotted a boy that I didn't know, sitting in a chair. He had hair that looked like a skunk, but backwards, if that makes sense. He seems oddly familiar. I squinted to try and get a better look, and he looked oddly familiar.
Then, it clicked. It was Michael Clifford. Freaking Michael Clifford was sitting in my hospital room! I started freaking out, well not literally since I couldn't move that well.
I felt a cough coming up, so I coughed. As I breathed in, a felt a sharp pain in my chest, causing me to keep caughing and be in more thain than I already was in. I looked at Michael and he started stirring around, then finally woke up.
"Are you okay?" I hear him ask in a raspy voice. I try to say something, but I can't say anything. My throat's dry as well as my mouth. Michael turns around and looks, and grabs a cup of water. He hands it to me, and I drink it all in one gulp.
"What happened?" I ask. "All I know is I was running, then I ended up here," I scratch my head. I feel a pull at my arm, and look at it. I had a bunch of needles and wires in my arm.
"Well, I was out for a run, and I saw you. You were on the ground, and you looked as pale as a ghost. I started running over to you to try and help you, but you passed out. I called 911 and the ambulance came and everything," he says, running his hand through his hair. He looked pretty stressed.
"You looked stressed, I'm sorry. You should probably be out practicing with your band," I apologize. He snaps his head up. "You knew I'm part of five sauce?" he asks.
I nod. "Of course, I love you guys. I was freaking out about it when you were asleep, but then I started coughing," I say, attempting to laugh. He chuckles, and then the doctor walks in.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Matthis," he says politely. I greet him. "So, I looked at your charts, and it seems that you're very skinny. Almost too skinny," Michael is listening to every word. I nod.
"Have you been eating? At all?" he asks. My eyes go wide for a second, but I tell him the truth. "No," I squeak out. Michael snaps his head at me and looks at me with sad eyes. "Why haven't you been eating? Do you not care about your health?" the doc asks.
"I get called fat and ugly and school constitanly every hour of the day for 5 days a week! What am I supposed to do!" I just about yell. I sigh. "I'm sorry," I squeak. I hate going off on people. It makes me feel even worse about myself.
"Do you know that if this happens again, you only have a 10% chance of living?" my jaw drops. I don't want to die! I have too much stuff to live for. I need to start eating. Fast.
"Well, in that case, can I get some taco bell?" I ask with a smile. The doctor laughs and nods. "I'll get some for you," I thank him and he walks out the door.
"Why?" he asks. He looks - almost disappointed. Why did he even care with me? I'm just a nobody that lives in Sydney. Why would he even care.
I shake my head and look down at my hands. This is making me feel bad. Tears start to well up, and I let them fall. I usually don't cry in front of people, but with Michael it just seems different.
"Come on, don't cry," he says. He comes over to me, and I hug him. I cry into his shoulder, and he rubs my back. "I never got your name," he laughs. I laugh and wipe my tears away.
"Viola," he smiles. "That's a pretty name," I blush. The doctor walks in with Taco Bell. I'm starving, literally. I smile and snatch the food from him. I know that sounds mean, but I was hungry okay.
"So, I'm going to call your parents. What's their number?" I stop eating. I look at him with sad eyes. "Don't bother. They wouldn't come if you begged them," Michael grabs my hand.
"I can take her with me," Michael says. I look at him and give him a thankful smile. Why is he being so nice to me? I don't know, but I'm not gonna stop him. It's nice to have someone be nice to me
I continue to eat my food, then afterwards I change into my other clothes.
"You ready to go, Viola?" Michael asks.
"As ready as I'll every be."
