My score is
not good.
It's not
too much worse
than my
last,
but it's
enough.
I don't
meltdown
like I did
at the general
physician's,
but it still
isn't the most
relaxing thing
I've ever done.
I remind myself
it isn't
the worst visit
I've had
to the hospital.
Mom calls
Jeff
to update him
while I'm sitting
right there.
I know
I am cornered.
I text Cadence
to tell her
I've been caught
and receive
her sent
planets full
of love
that I somehow
missed yesterday.
I imagine her
reading my text
with that face,
trying not
to jump down
my throat.
I'll probably make her
feel guilty.
But it wasn't
her fault
I didn't
obey
my meal plan.
I was
the one who
ate that
pizza,
knowing
it'd hurt
later.
I was
the one who
kept pushing
even though
I know
I have limits.
When we get
home,
Jeff is summoned
so we can talk.
I don't mention
that I'd rather
this conversation
just be between
my mom and me.
I figure
she needs
his support
during this
time of revelation.
She looks
betrayed
and at a loss
for answers.
Jeff asks
if I think
I'd like
a nutritionist.
Someone to
help me
figure out
how to get
back into
healthy eating.
I respond with
a peeved,
"I know
how to eat
healthy.
I just
don't want
to."
Mom shifts,
uncomfortable.
She says
if I don't,
it won't be
her punishing me,
but myself.
My decisions
shape my
experiences
in life.
She says that
if I want
to eat
like a
normal teenager,
I can,
but it's going
to bring
consequences
of my own
making.
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Remember; You Have the Universe
Teen FictionCover by kyromaniak Everyone wants to be different. I just want to be like everybody else. ---- Seventeen-year-old chronically ill Emma has traded dreams of flying into space for, "Support Therapy," aka, "The Dying Kids Group," and Student Council...
