In memory of my bes friend Catrina. She died last week and I wanted to give her something as a present. She died of anorexia and starving herself. It is very serious and I promise you to neverbe treated lightly. The fact that she did it and I didn't notice till it wss to late makes me feel so guilty.
I love you Catrina with all my heart and send this out to all the readers who think they aren't good enough.
I read the journal that Catrina kept in really accurate detail of everyday of her life as an anorexic. It couldn't stop crying and after reading that I have a lot to prove in this story.
Goodbye, dollfaces. I hope make some sort of difference in your life. I can't bear another death, even if it is one of you who I probably don't know.
Chapter 1
"Skinny people are beautiful. Beautiful people don't get picked on or teased or bullied. Therefore, skinny people don't get teased or picked on or bullied," the health teacher yelled at him class.
"That's the main reason people think tha anorexia or bulemia will solve their problems of bullyings. But it won't!"
"Anorexia and bulemia won't solve the problems only make them worse..." I toned out at that point.
Tgis man who quialified as a health teacher didn't know what it was like. I didn't waat to be 'pretty'. I wanted to be accepted.
Not by anyone in this room. By my father, he is the only one who's opnion matters to me.
I can't think about him now. I wouldn't see him till this weekend. That means I have three more days to improve.
"Ciel?" The teacher asked me. "Can you answer my question?"
"No, Sire," I told him and he moved onto another student.
I layed my head on my desk, my bone thin arms that were covered by my dark grey hoodie, wrapped around my head.
I fell asleep almost instantly on the cold, hard metal desk.