The Self-Harmed

~Joy to the world~

I changed into my work out clothes and grabbed my Ipod.

"Your Mom said you skipped dinner." Dad said, as he walked with me to the home gym.

"You would of known that if you came home. You with blondie?" I asked, getting on the tread mill.

"Did you eat?" He asked. "It's not good to run on an empty stomach."

"I wouldn't try to play Daddy if I where you."

I put in my ear buds, and turned up the speed. He left the gym and I upped the speed some. After my shower I came down for a water bottle.

"I'm making salad for lunch. Lots of fresh berries." Mom said.

I grabbed a water, popped off the top, and drank half of it.

"You want juice for lunch?"

"Not hungry."

"You need to eat something." Dad said, from the table.

How did I not notice him there before?

"No."

"Yes." He stood up.

"No." I crossed my arms.

"Then your going back to the school."

I chucked my bottle across the room, "I thought you'd never fucking offer!"

"Let's just think this through." Mom said as Dad walked over to me.

"She needs to eat. That's all there is too it."

"She's not going to eat if you give out negative energy."

"This isn't one of your yoga classes, this is our daughter!"

"I know that, don't you think I'm trying?" She yelled. "I'm making healthy foods so she can see there's not so many bad calories. You yelling at her is making her go back into her old moods!"

"She needs to eat or she'll die!" He yelled. "So you think it's okay for her to not eat then!"

"I never said it was okay to not eat!"

"Stop it, stop it, stop it!" I screamed making them look at me. "You need to fix yourselves before you try to fix me!"

"Charlie." Mom said, as I left the room.

I ran upstairs and slammed my door. I plopped on my bed and listened.

"This is your fault!" Mom yelled.

"Mine!"

"I could of talked her into eating lunch. I was the one who had an eating disorder not you!" She screamed. "When she starts to show issues in the cutting department then you can come in and deal with it how you want. I don't want her to die from not eating, that's why you need to let me fucking deal with this!"

"I'm just saying she needs to eat."

"Of course she fucking does! Soon she'll wither away, and if you keep fucking yelling at her, she'll stop eating and die. Do you want that!"

There was silence and then the front door slammed. Okay, so My plan to starve wasn't working so well, but I did find out one thing. I need to break my Dad first. I walked over the the bench grabbed my box and sat on my bed. I popped the top and smelt rust. I inhaled, the familiar smell. I yanked up my sleeve, and grabbed a blade.

All the confusion, and stress was too soon be on my arm. There was a knock on my door, but this time I didn't jump at my parents almost finding out I cut. This time I was numb. I simply set down the blade like it was glass, and grabbed a rag.