Hi, guys! I'm back again! I hope you like my new pen name! Comment and review if you want me to continue. And I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!

Also no romance for Bronwyn in this story. She needs to focus on getting better.

BTW. I got accepted into the high school of my dreams today!

I stood beside Miss Peregrine as the others settled themselves onto the couch

''Well guys. I've been kind of sick these past few months. A-a-and I've got Anorexia,'' I said.

Everyone just looked at me after that.

Hugh was the first to break the silence.

''Wow, Bronwyn,'' said Hugh sitting up.

''I know I've got you all by surprise by saying that,'' I said.

''It surely wasn't what I expected to hear from you-ouch!'' said Millard when Emma pinched his arm.

''I hope I won't be too much for you guys,'' I said.

''Of course not Bronwyn. We'll be there for you every step of the way,'' said Fiona.

''Thanks,'' I said.

''You guys can go now,'' I said.

Fiona came up and hugged me before returning to her room.

When everyone left it was just Miss Peregrine and I in the living room.

''Miss Peregrine,'' I said.

''What is it Miss Bruntley?" asked Miss Peregrine.

''I don't want to go to a treatment center,'' I said.

Miss Peregrine sighed,'' I'll see what I can do,''.

I went upstairs.

When I got to Emma and Fiona's bedroom I heard.

''Emma. What's Anorexia?'' asked Claire's muffled voice from behind the door.

''It's a serious mental illness that makes people obsess about their body and their weight and their appearance,'' said Emma.

''If she's had an illness for so long why haven't we got it?'' asked Olive.

''Because,'' started Fiona.

''Mental illness isn't spread by touch of hand. It's term used to describe a psychological disorder,'' Fiona explained.

I walked away from the door.

I went to my bedroom and sat down on my bed.

It was hard to believe a few hours ago the room had been trashed do to a mental breakdown of mine.

I thought about Claire and Olive.

I thought about how much I love them.

And finally I thought about the time. It seemed so long ago when I didn't have to care about my weight or appearance.

A time when I knew I was already beautiful.

It seemed funny to me how small time was when I was thinking back to it.

When I was thinking back on time it seemed as though it had flown right by me.

Before I could continue in my thoughts Claire and Olive walked in.

''Bronwyn?'' asked Claire, the tiny blonde girl getting up on my bed beside me.

''Yes,'' I replied.

''Why did you get sick with this?'' asked Claire.

''It's kind of hard to explain Claire,'' I said placing Claire on my lap.

''Please eat Bronwyn. We don't want you to die,'' said Claire beginning to cry.

I wrapped Claire and Olive into a hug.

It was a long road ahead to recovery.

I promised myself in that moment I'd do it for me and all the people who loved me.

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