Warning: self harm,eating disorder

Michael's POV

After a week of doing this to myself I notice my skin is getting pale. Knock knock knock knock.

I get up to open the door and Chloe,Brooke and Jenna standing there. We became friends when me a Jeremy started dating.

"Hey Michael we heard that Jeremy left for New York and wanted to check on you." "Oh hi guys, yeah he left. But I'm doing just fine." "Well hun you dont look fine your lips are cracked your eyes look tired and...you're really pale...I honestly dont think you're 'okay' " "Brooke I'm fine." "No" "yes" "no" "yes" "no" "YES" "GOD DAMN IT I SAID YES!"

I slam the door and lock it. They dont know my life. I shouldn't  have to tell them anything.

Wait. No! They're my friends!" They dont know what you want. I go upstairs to look out my window they're gone. Good. I cut myself agian and agian and agian wash the blood off. Then I wonder.

Why hasn't Jeremy called to see how I'm doing?

Like right on time I get a facetime from him I roll down my sleeves put on my fake smile and answer.

"HEY BABE!" "Hey Jeremy!" "Uh I got a text from Chloe to check on you that you didnt look well? Uh. Do you need me to come home? I mean you do look sick. Your lips are cracked your eyes are tired you look pale. Um. Have you gotten sleep. Uh been eating?" Fuck. He knows.

Lie to him it's the only way.

"Babe I'm fine. Yes I've been eating,drinking and getting sleep. And no you don't need to come home I'm perfectly fine!" "Well um alright night babe love you." "Love you bye!" I hang up and collapse on my bed.

See that's why you need to hide from everyone. You're right.