Hi! Does anyone remember me? I stopped writing on here more than a year ago because the site deleted like 18 of my stories or something. So now I'm coming back and starting new, because I had a story idea. I hope you like it...Lemme know! =]

Miley's POV

The blood ran down my wrist as I leaned back against the cold bathroom counter. I breathed in the scent of chocolate chip pancakes. "Coming, dad!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Hurry up, darlin'! Before Jackson eats all the food!" my father's voice called up to me.

"Okay!" I screamed back.

I turned around and looked in the mirror at myself. The bloodshot eyes that stared back at me were so familiar these days, that it was starting to scare me. Erase that, I'm way past the point of scared.

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"Morning, daddy! Morning, Jackson," I said as cheerfully as possible. I sat down in my usual seat at the table and grabbed my fork.

"Morning, Miley," my dad replied, just as cheerfully.

Jackson didn't respond. He was too busy stuffing his face with pancakes. I rolled my eyes.

"So, you excited for your last day of school?" Jackson asked, once he swallowed his food.

I smiled. "Yep!" I exclaimed. I stared down at my pancakes and quickly shoveled them into my mouth. "Mhm, good!"

My dad smiled. "Slow down, there. Don't want you to get sick on your last day of junior year!"

I smiled back. "Right, of course!" I said, taking slower bites.

As soon as I finished eating, I jumped up from the table. "I left my purse upstairs, I'll be right back." I left the room, and as soon as I turned the corner, I heard my dad start talking to Jackson.

"That was great. Miley was eating like crazy," my dad said.

"See, now I told you that Miley would be fine. It only took two meetings at her group therapy to get her to eat normally again. She just ate three pancakes," Jackson replied excitedly.

"I know," my dad said proudly. "I'm so glad that therapy is working for her. I can't wait to tell Grandma Ruby and Mamaw. They've been so worried since I told them about Miley's anorexia."

My eyes widened. Grandma Ruby knew, too? It was bad enough that dad told Mamaw! I shook my head and quietly headed up the steps. Let dad think whatever he wanted. Sure, my anorexia was gone. That was great for dad. But what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

When I got to my room, I grabbed my backpack and headed into the bathroom. I stared into the mirror again. I grabbed my black eyeliner and mascara. I applied them both, in an attempt to make myself look slightly better. I didn't really see a difference. Still ugly, just like Jake said. Just like Jake said.

I knelt down on the floor and opened the toilet. I leaned my head over it and stared down. Like I said, what my dad doesn't know, won't hurt him.

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"Miley, can you believe it's our last day of junior year?" Lilly exclaimed.

"I know, right? So exciting!" I faked enthusiasm.

I was good at that. Faking things. Oh, so good at it.

Oliver smiled and draped his arm around Lilly's waist. "We've been together for almost a year now, Lills. Can you believe it?" he asked happily.

"I know," Lilly squealed. "Eep!" Then she turned and kissed him quickly on the lips.

I walked with my head down for awhile, until I suddenly bumped into somebody. It was Amber. "Ew, watch where you're going, loser!" she snorted. She giggled, then walked off.

"Don't let her bother you, Miley. Only one more year and you never have to see her or Ashley's stupid faces again!" Lilly said kindly.

"Yay," I muttered.

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Lilly and Oliver told me to meet them at Rico's at 4:00. After school, I went home. I had an hour and a half before I had to meet Lilly and Oliver. I walked through the door and found Jackson sitting at the kitchen, eating a snack. "Hey, Miley," he said. "Want some cake?"

I thought for a moment. I ate lunch at 11:30, then immediately threw it up in the bathroom at 12:00. Did I really want to eat a snack now, then eat at Rico's, then eat dinner later? That would mean having to throw up three more times. My throat would probably hurt if I did it that much. "No, thanks," I said. "I'm gonna eat at Rico's with Lilly and Oliver."

Jackson looked concerned. "But-"

"Jackson, don't even think that. You know I'm eating. Just ask Lilly and Oliver. They saw me at lunch. I ate the entire sandwich that I brought, okay?" I snapped.

"Okay," Jackson replied uncertainly.

"God, why can't you ever trust me?" I yelled. I turned to go upstairs, when Jackson spoke.

"Because I heard you in the bathroom after dinner last night, Miley. And I heard you after breakfast yesterday, too. And I'm pretty sure that this morning, when you said you were going to get your backpack, you were probably doing the same thing I heard yesterday," Jackson said quietly.

The whole time he was talking, I stood, frozen. "Y-you don't know what you're talking about, Jackson," I stuttered.

"I'm afraid I do, Miley," he said. "Why are you doing this, Miles? You're so thin..." he said softly.

I shook my head. "No, I'm fat and ugly," I replied firmly.

"How could you ever think that?" Jackson asked.

I glared at Jackson. "Jackson, please. Don't tell dad. I'll stop, I promise!" I yelped.

Tears welled up in Jackson's eyes. "I'm sorry, Miley. But I have to."

"No you don't! Please!" I pleaded.

Jackson shook his head. "Miles, you need help."

"But I'm already getting help!" I shouted.

Just then, dad came in the back door. He heard the last thing I said and looked carefully at Jackson and me. "What's going on here?" he requested cautiously.

Jackson looked at me. If he tells dad, I decided, I will hate him forever.

"Dad, Miley-"

"Had a great day of school!" I interjected.

"Dad," Jackson started again.

"Shut UP, Jackson!" I yelped.

"Miley Ray, let your brother speak. Jackson, what is it?" my dad asked cautiously.

I stared down at the floor, waiting.

"Dad, Miley's bulimic."