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~*~ "Chloe, are you sick?" My dad asked me a couple of weeks later. I looked at him, wondering what the hell he was talking about. "No, why would you think that?" I asked innocently. I nibbled cautiously on a carrot stick. I had binged on junk food the night before, and I was tying to make up for it by eating light that day. "You look a little skinny. Are you eating okay?" He asked me. I swallowed hard as I silently nodded my head. "I think maybe I or your mother should take you to see a doctor." I snapped my head up and looked at my dad horrified. "No, I don't need to see a doctor." I protested vicariously. "You're losing way too much weight. I think we should set you up an appointment." My dad insisted. "Dad, I'm fine. Just get off my back!" I yelled and stormed out of the living room. When I got to my room, realization set in. I couldn't believe that I had yelled at my dad like that. I felt under my bed till I found a bag of Oreos. There goes your light eating day. I said to myself as I began to scarf down the delicious cookies. After I finished the whole bag, my stomach began to rumble painfully. I ran from the room and into the bathroom. I cringed over the toilet and began to throw up the contents of my stomach. I hadn't even made myself do it; it just naturally happened. Suddenly, I heard the door open. "Oh my God, Chloe what are you doing to yourself?" My sister yelled. I turned to look at her. "Get the hell out!" I screamed, standing weakly. I walked toward her and pushed her violently out the door causing her to trip over her feet. I didn't even ask her if she was okay as I slammed the door. "Don't you people know how to knock?" "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in there. You should have locked the door." Riley called through the bathroom door. I splashed water on my face and walked out the bathroom. I didn't bother looking at myself; I already knew that I looked like crap. Riley was waiting in our bedroom, sitting on her bed. I plopped down on my bed as I did a lot these days. "Chloe, we need to talk." Riley said in her annoying motherly tone. She didn't know how much like our mother she could sound at times. "About what?" I asked. You could literally hear the acid dripping from my tongue. I wasn't in the mood to talk, but I might as well humor her. "Don't play dumb. You know about what. I can't believe you're doing that to yourself." Riley said disgustedly. She couldn't even make herself say 'throw-up'. "Spare me the after school special lecture," I said turning away from her. "It's my life, and I'll do what I want with it." "You could die if you keep doing that to yourself. Why are you doing it?" She wailed at me. "You wouldn't understand." I murmured. That was the truth. She would never understand my feelings, or what I was going through. "So, just get out, and you'd better not tell mom or dad." "You need help, Chloe. You don't realize how much at risk you really are. Where did you learn this? From Jessica?" She asked. "None of your business. Why don't you worry about your own pathetic little life. You're just jealous of how I look." I said bitingly. Riley scoffed at me. What was so funny? "What is there to be jealous of? Have you looked in the mirror lately?" She asked me as she walked across the room to the door. I was aware of how I looked, and she was absolutely right. Who in their right mind would want to look as unhealthy as I did? ~*~
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