"You're in a hospital, " He said. And there was a rich-in-calorie food supply, just like I thought there would be. And my wrists were the most brittle part of my body, along with my spirit.
Foster showed up. Lilian wasn't here, or Noel, or Clint. And I wondered where they were, and I would ask, but I was too tired to speak. I knew I would end up here, and that made everything less sad in a way. My secret was out, and I was out of excuses.
"They're going to get you therapy, Darla, and everything's going to be alright, " And he assured me that it would be. Foster hasn't exactly been one for telling the truth, but I believed him.
He touched my hand, and drew simple circles on my distressed skin. I shut my eyes. Foster was here. I had him here with me, he was holding my hand, and I was going to get better and everything was going to be okay. I was going to believe that as firmly as I had believed my anorexia. I was going to work for progress in my mind, as hard as I had worked for progress on my body. Foster didn't care if I was skinny, he didn't care if I was dying, he cared about the way I closed my eyes and the way we kissed. I fell asleep thinking about our kiss. And Lilian can strangle me if she wants, but I'm in love with Foster. And he's in love with me.
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Darling & Foster
Teen Fiction"I would kill to be skinny," She would always cross her arms and say. So she did what she said, she went killing, but the only person she was killing, was herself. //COMPLETED//
