Scarlett's POV
After that run in with one of moms old boyfriends I've felt a lot sadder. It's like no matter what I do I can't escape the past. It always comes back to haunt me.
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"Scarlett! Amy! Come eat dinner!" I heard Adam call us down to eat dinner.
Great, now I had to eat. I mean I'm already feeling sad and I don't want to make it worse by filling my body with fat.I reluctantly walked downstairs to see we're having roasted chicken. You have got to be kidding me.
"Hey girls how was your day" Stan asked.
"Mine was fine" I said
"Mine was actually really good" Amy said
I don't want to mess up her day. What am I gonna do what am I gonna do?!?
"Well what'd you do today?" He asked.
And she went on the whole rant about the things she did today. I'm not a very talkie person but Amy most certainly is.
All of their sounds just kind of slowly got drowned out by the noise in my head. I really shouldn't eat this. I'll gain weight. Then I'll gain more and more and more and then I just be a fat fucking pig. What am I gonna do what am I gonna do. I stared at the food angrily.
I guess Amy noticed because she said something to me but I couldn't hear her I was to focused on all the things that would happen if I ate this food."Scarlett, Scarlett!"
I slowly came back and realized Amy was trying to get my attention.I looked up to see they were all staring at me.
"Why are you all looking at me like that?"
"I was basically screaming at you and you weren't responding"
"I was just thinking"
"About what?"
"Thoughts are in our head for a reason Amy"
"I wanna talk to you after dinner"
"Why do we always have to talk about everything, we're sisters. We should have secrets from each other.
"Well we're different, I want to talk to you after dinner"
"Ok ok fine. We'll talk"
Everyone finished eating and I realized I didn't want confrontation, so I ate. It was like I was filling my body with poison I hated it. I thought this whole eating disorder crap was behind me.
I finished and got up and put my plate in the dishwasher and went upstairs to talk to Amy.
"Hold on a second need to use the bathroom"
"Scarlett"
"Yeah what?"
"Come here" She said it so calmly it almost scared me.
"Why?"
"You know why"
"It's not what you think"
"Scarlett I've lived with you for basically all of my life and I know when somethings wrong or off"
"I'm fine, really"
"Your not Scarlett, you say you are but your not"
"Yes I am why can't you believe it"
"Lift up you shirt"
"Why?"
"Just do it"
I knew she wasn't gonna ask again so I just did it. We both stared at my ribs. I didn't realize how skinny I had gotten. I was skin and bone.
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A Dead Girl
General FictionScarlett is a 13 year old girl that struggles with depression, anxiety, and an eating disorder. She has an abusive mom and a dying dad. She is loosing hope. Will she push through and find light or fall deeper into the darkness?