"Why in hell would I get some help? I don't need help! Even if I had a problem, I wouldn't. You want to know why? Because you obviously have a bigger one and never did anything about it. But don't worry, Miley. Your secret is safe with me." He said getting closer to me slowly and whipes one of my tear, "Bitch, get your acts together!" He yelled as he pushed me on the wall. "Your just like any other girls, a desperate whore."
This is the last thing my now ex boyfriend said to me. Calling me a whore for no reasons at all, I was just trying to help. But that's the story of every kind person, right? Your always trying to help and be there for everyone but your always the one who's wrong and always the one who get all the bullshit. It's just like practising an instrument for a very long time and yet you can't find the perfect melody and then you learn someone how to play for the very first time and they play that melody you were searching for all these years. You see, that's my problem. Not finding my melody. My life's lyric. Myself. Which is kind of ironic because I've helped and support so many of my friends through this processus. Yet, i'm a fifteen years old who's now alone in this big room, crying my eyes out because of a guy. Well, actually not only a guy, my guy. My boyfriend, my best friend. I don't see anyone jumping in trying to save me now? Where are all the friends I've helped, you may wonder? Well, they're with him.
Why? Because this is what happen when you date your best friend. You see, we used to be this group of friends, unbreakable. We were not too popular but not too loser either, we were just perfect. We could fit with anyone. But like everything in life, it changed. Change, my worst enemy. Have you ever had a perfect moment, you just wanted to grab it and hold on to it forever? I have. I've also tried to make these moments alive again but somehow nothing was the same. I've always been scared of change, in any possible way. Why destroy something i'm comfortable with? I remember when I started to hit puberty, I was so afraid to see my body changing the way it was and I still am.
I knew Nick was right, I do have a problem. Of course I know that, i'm the one living with this. I'm the one starving myself until I faint. I'm the one who's putting my finger down my throat to me throw up the smallest thing I eat. I lived like this for one year now. Change is affecting me. It's affecting my body and I don't like it, at all. Now I know what you're thinking, another teenager who wanted to be perfect for her boyfriend, who's not even treating her right. Don't get me wrong, of course, I wanted to make Nick happy and be perfect for him but there's so much more than that. Don't judge me about the slightest thing you know about my life. You don't know my entire story.
"Never judge a book my its cover."