I sit on the bathroom floor painting my finger nails. My brother knocks on the locked door.
"Everlyn." Nate says with a worried tone.
I keep silent, finishing my nails. I stand up, fixing my hoodie. Opening the door to be met with my older brother."Yeah?" I softly speak.
"Mom is making lunch are you going to eat?"
"I am not hungry." I mumble, walking into my bedroom leaving my door open.
Nate looks at me disappointed, but knew not to bother me. I lay on my bed, looking up at my ceiling. Hoping tomorrow is better than today. My hands on my flat stomach. My mind wondering to the deep dark fearing thoughts.
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Skinny
RomanceA girl who is skinny. She has depression but hides it. Social anxiety, and a secret. All at the age of sixteen. She has many struggles to face and conquer. But will she survive to be able to defeat the troubling issues? Or will the troubling issues...
