"why did you lie to your therapist? she's just trying to help you."
"because, she'll report it to my dad."
"and?"
"and my dad forces me to eat, every minute. i need time."
"andrea it's been a week since you-" he lowered his voice into a whispered tone.
"since you've tried to kill yourself."
only her family, therapist, and nash know about that.
"so? ive eaten celery."
"how much?"
"three."
"and did you throw it up?"
"yes..."
"andrea!" he said raising his voice. she knew she shouldn't have confessed, but she didn't want to lie to her bestfriend.
"andrea..." he said softening his tone.
"we're just trying to help."
she knew that. but it was hard. she wanted to eat. she wanted to stop cutting. she wanted to do it for her therapist, and nash, but she couldn't.
"you know, i could have lost you in that accident, promise me you won't do any thing like that again."
"i promise."
she knew it was a lie. she wanted to try and make him satisfied, but she knew with that look in his eyes, as if he was about to cry, she couldn't deny, so to his request she lies, saying yes, earning an untruthful smile.
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Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
