Hey guys,

Guess who is back! So I have started my new fanfiction since I missed writing and all you lovely people. This fanfic unlike the one before is just PJ and a girl. Please leave any comments and I will put up Chapter 2 soon!

Love,

EnglishLilac x

Chapter 1

Mila's POV

I have become over the past year or so, spending most of my time in bed, with a lack of motivation to get up, get dressed, and go outside. Instead my days are spent lying in bed day dreaming about things that will never come true, like a happy childhood, a non-broken family. I was adopted when I was 5. I just about remember my mother, blond like me, caring. Then she met Martin, he abused me, my mum unable to control him ran, with me, gave me up for adoption. Until I was 11 my new family was amazing super fun, me and my step sister Amanda bonded well, I often took her to places, she was 7. This was until she was diagnosed with lung cancer, she died 1 year later, breaking my foster parents marriage down.

Now I was 19, away from home living is a small central London flat on the 14th block of a high rise building. I got money from my parents, since they wanted to support me, but didn't know what I wreck I was. If I did get out of bed, gently bumping against the edge of a kitchen counter left painful bruises on my hips which violently stuck out, for months. I was partly depressed because I didn't have a boyfriend, but not many people would want to date a mess like me. My last boyfriend over a year ago left be frightened to face the world, and hurled me into a deep spiral of depression.

However on Tuesdays I had to drag myself out of bed because I had therapy. My therapist Doctor Riley was payed by my foster mum, and I felt I owed it to her to turn up, so every week I did, only to be faced with a large amount of tears and pain, as my therapist once again made me recall my childhood. She said that was the key to my feeling so I let her. I never liked being depresses, depression wasn't my choice. I wanted to be happy, but it wasn't easy.

"Mila, I understand this is difficult, but if you continue with this behavior of starving yourself we will have to put you in a mental hospital, as you are hurting yourself." She said, quickly scribbling something in her journal, with warning. My heart shattered instantly. Me freedom was the only thing I had left at this point, that being taken away, was the worst thing that could happen. I looked up at her, my eyes filling with tears.

"Please Doctor, is there anything else we can do? That would only make me more depressed." I said almost begging.

"You really have squeezed me, out of options at this point Mila. We are going to have to start co-operating, if you want this to happen otherwise. We will have to start with your medication." She quickly got up, walking over to a small silver cabinet and taking out a bottle filled with red pills. "Take two of these a day, one in the morning and one in the evening They should help you, also try to eat more, and try yo be motivated."

I left of office and went home, before going to the shops, buying some food. Getting home I called my best friend Amie.

"Hey Amie. I need your help with getting my old self back." I said.

"I'll be there in 10 I'm bringing cake." She said before hanging up, leaving me wondering if this was the right thing to do.

(Next chapter will interdiction PJ, down worry)