Chapter 2 Eating Disorder

My friends know about my anxiety but not about my eating disorder or my cutting. So here I am throwing up my lunch when my friend walks in.

"Um Scar you ok in here?"

"Uh yeah, it must've been something I ate"

"Should I get the nurse?"

"NO, no please I'm fine"

"Ok tell me if you need anything"

I walk out of the stall to see Stacy standing there looking worried.

"Why do you look so worried, it was just bad food"

"Well you leave lunch around the same time everyday and I've heard you before"

"So?"

"Sooo I'm worried about you"

"There's nothing to worry about I'm fine I just have a weak stomach, ok?"

"Ok"

I turn and walk out the bathroom and it's time for my last few Mods of the day. After I get out of school I hurry home because my mom hates for me to be late.

When I get in I see her making dinner and my sister Amy doing homework. I hurry upstairs but only get half way up before I hear...

"SCARLETT!!! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!!!"

"Yes ma'am"

"What did I tell you about having shoes on in the house?"

"Not to wear shoes in the house"

"So why the hell do I see shoes on your feet right now?"

"I don't know" I'm on the verge of tears right now.

"Take em off!"

"Yes ma'am" I hurry and take of my shoes.

"You know I'm about sick and tired of you breaking my rules, I think is about time for a punishment"

"Please no" I'm sobbing at this point.

She lifts her hand and slaps me to the ground. My face stings but she's not done. She picks me up and to the boiling water on the stove and shoves my hand into it, I scream and plead and she lets me go. Then I run out the house into my 17 year old sister Avery who immediately takes me to the hospital.

And the doctor wraps my hand up and asks me how I got such a bad injury. I told him I'm very clumsy and hoped he'd believe it. Luckily he did and my sister took me home and then left again because she lives with her boyfriend now.

I go to my room and start crying about my hand, my life, just everything. I see the razor on my desk just screaming my name. I unroll my sleeves when my sister Amy walks in to check on me. She just got pounded yesterday and the bruise on her arm was still very purple.

She sees my arms and the razor in my hand. She runs over and takes the razor away. I just start crying into her arms and she tells me it's going to okay. I cry and tell her it's not going to be okay.

"Scar you can't keep doing this you might really hurt yourself"

"What if that's what I want, what if I want to die"

"Please, for me I need you"

"The pain of living here and everything is to much, some days I just want to die"

"It's okay I'll be here"

"But what about mom she's the worst"

"I know we'll get out of here soon, but please stop"

We just sat there for what seemed like an eternity then finally Amy kissed me goodnight and headed off to her room.

******

The next morning my mom was dunk on the couch sleep. I left for school and at the bus stop I saw Stacy and of course she asked about my hand.

"What happened to your hand and your face?"

"I burnt my hand and I tripped over something"

"Was it your mom again"

"I don't really wanna talk about it"

"Well you need to tell someone"

"I know, but it's hard to talk about. It's hard to breathe and to live sometimes."

"Well talk to the counselor"

"Why so she can suffocate me with her stupid questions"

"Come on at least talk about why your always throwing up your food. I don't want you to get sick"

If only she knew how sick I already am.

"Ugh"

"Come on, for me"

"Fine, only once though"

"Good because you need some help"

Now what have I gotten myself into.

****

Today at lunch I headed to Ms. Gram's office to talk about my "problems".

But before I could go on my own I was called there. So I headed there and decided to just throw away my lunch because I wasn't really hungry.

"So it's been brought to my attention that you have been throwing up your food and skipping meals. Is that true Scarlett?"

"Yeah I guess"

"So is there anything you want to tell me or talk about?"

"No."

"Well how has your anxiety been lately?"

"Fine"

"Well you ran out of class the other day after having to present a project"

"So"

"Did anything or anyone make you feel uncomfortable?"

"No I just got a little nervous, that's all"

"What were you nervous about?"

"Lunch is almost over I need to get to class"

"I'll call you down later today"

"Fine whatever, but your not gonna get inside my head"

But before she could answer I got up and left. When I got into the hallway I started to feel a little light headed, then I fell on the ground and passed out.

"Oh my gosh, Scarlett, Scarlett wake up"

Then I wake up and see Stacy over me, as well as the nurse and the guidance counselor.

"I'm fine thanks"

"No your not, you need to stop this"

"Stop what?" At this point I'm so out of it I just dig myself into a deeper hole than the one I'm already in.

"Stop not eating and puking up your food, please"

"I don't even..." Before I finish that sentence I drift out of consciousness again. When I wake up I'm in the nurse's office with Stacy.

"Thank goodness you're okay"

"Yeah whatever, I have class to go to Soo.."

Then the nurse says I can't leave.

"What do you mean?"

"I called your mom to come pick you up she should be here in about 15 minutes"

At that moment I feel all the blood leave my body. Then I start to have another panic attack. So I run to the bathroom and realize I'm going to die.

Really hope you guys are enjoying this. I hope Scarlett finds a way to stop her mom or soften the blow.

Also what do you think about Stacy finding out about Scarlett's eating disorder. Do you think Scarlett should open up about her home life???😁