"Harry Harry wake up Harry its just a dream," I hear Becca's voice I open my eyes I feel where my gun shot wound should be, but it's not there and I'm not in a warehouse. I'm in Becca's bedroom sitting by the side of her bed. She watching me looking worried.
"Sorry about that just a weird dream," I reply confused.
"I'm just glad your ok," Becca whispers.
The three of us head down to the kitchen we all help to make pancakes even Becca.
"Please don't make me eat," she looks at the pancakes like their her enemy. "Please try and eat Becca we're worried about you not eating," I place a single pancake in front of her.
Becca's POV
They just don't understand they can't help me and I don't want to eat food it makes me feel sick, not eating means I loose weight anyway.
I place a mouthful into my mouth the sicklyness of the pancake overwhelming my body. Another bite and I'd be sick.
I slip away from the table running upstairs and changing into my black leggings and jumper before heading into my dance area in the basement its the only place I can truly call mine.
I tie my hair into a messy bun before pressing play on the music I hold onto the bar in front of the mirror and stretch my body out which is a daily routine.
Soon I let my ballet shoes dance me around the floor letting my body be taken away by the music.
Dance is my safe haven its where I feel safe from reality. Dance is the only time when I can truly be myself.
Sorry it's short but I promise I will start updating it more! Let me know if your enjoying it!
Thank you to anyone reading this it means a lot.
Hollie ♥
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Teen FictionBecca was broken when she was young, lives her life lost and afraid distant to the world she became distant to her mum and everyone who she once cared about When Becca's mum remarries and her new dad brings along 2 new stepbrothers how will she cope...
