Authors note: what not a lot of people realize is my story is based off of actual event that happen ever since I was a little kid, well enjoy.

Chapter 5 The next day

I woke up early with a sharp pain in my stomach and ran into the bathroom and threw up. It came out as blood. I walked up to the mirror and lifted my shirt a little and realized that the spot were David kicked me turned black with greenish brown colors mixed in. The bruise was huge and it hurt a lot, I ignored it and got ready for school. I walked into the dinning hall for breakfast and sat with Katie not getting anything to eat because my stomach hurt to bad. Katie noticed this but didn't say anything. Just then David walked in and kissed my head and whispered "remember what I said last night." My face dropped but I quickly put a smile on my face and kissed his cheek. The pain in my stomach still screaming at me.

When I came to my boarding school I weighed 130 lbs and was completely healthy. I was a size 4 in jeans but still looked really skinny because I was. Every one in the school thought that David and I were the perfect couple. Wow did we have them fooled. Every night we'd go on a walk he'd tell me how much he loved me then Hit me in some way. He told me again that he would kill me and my friends if I told anyone about what happened. I kept my mouth shut. Not telling anybody what happened scared for my life and more importantly, others, my friends, Katie, Matt. But thank god he didn't know about Matt. But what if he did? Would he kill him or hurt him in anyway? I hope not. I'd throw my self in front of a bullet for Matt. But I can't ever tell David about Matt or he'd be gone. Everyday David would beat me up more and more, I would eat less and less, and just warn me after telling me if I ever told he'd kill Matt. I gasped how did he know? I never realized what I was doing to my self.

I walked back to my dorm after a particularly rough beating. Katie walked in to see me walking around in my bra and under wear looking for a set of P.J.S. I quickly tried to cover the bruises up. But she noticed them, and gasped.

(Katie's POV)

"Mimi, What Happened to you" I shuddered noticing the huge black bruises all, over her body. I also noticed the fact that she had diffidently lost a lot of weight probably 20 pounds or so. Her ribs, elbows, shoulder blades, knees and the bones around her throat and collar bone were poking out of her skin. She looked really pale and tired.

"I tripped" she stuttered

"No you didn't, tripping doesn't cause bruises that big. Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

"I told you already I tripped, I fell down some stairs in the school building. It's nothing big."

"Mimi will you do me a favor?"

"Yeah what is it?"

"Just come with me" I led her out her bedroom door and into the bathroom I put her on the scale. I looked down at it afraid what it would say. "Mimi do you see that Number?"

"Yeah, Why?"

"You do realize in 3 weeks you lost 25 pounds. What have you been doing to your self hunny? It's not healthy none of it is. The bruises, your weight don't you realized that hurting yourself is not the answer. You're beautiful whether you realize it or not. Stop doing this to your self."

"I'm not hurting my self I've been exercising a lot lately, I tripped. That's all"

(Mimi's POV)

"Nothings wrong with me I swear. I'm just eating better." I said worried that she would know.

"You haven't been eating at all for 3 weeks I haven't seen you eat once, and I have heard you throw up every night. It's not healthy. If you're bulimic tell me now. I'm your best friend you know you can tell me anything."

"I'm not bulimic, you just wouldn't get it."

"Yes I would if you just told me what it is."

"Fine if you must know David hit me."

"He was joking around right?"

"Know he beats me up every night, that's why I throw up. It's because of the pain not because I think I'm fat. I don't think I'm fat at all I know I'm to skinny I just can't eat. I'm afraid. Okay?" Oh no I can't believe I just told her that she's going to blab.

"Oh My god you need to tell some one."
"No I can't he'll kill Matt."

"Who's Matt?"

"Matt is the kid that I love back home. But he has a girlfriend. I don't know how he found out about Matt but he did and I can't let anything happen to him. I…I…I wouldn't be able to live Knowing that he's in danger."

"You need to start to eat or Ill Send you to the nurse."

"Ok Ill eat."

I thought that I would start to eat but I was wrong the beatings got worse and worse. He even knocked me unconscious. He took me to my dorm parent saying that I fell off the swing and hit my head. I went to the doctors because I wasn't waking up. When they inspected my body looking for the real reason I Passed out. The doctors noticed the huge Black bruises and my cut lip. They told my dorm parent about what I looked like. They also told her that they could she all of my ribs and my bones poked out. When I woke up the next day I saw that I was in a very white room attached to many blinking lights and wires. I had an I.V. in my arm that was giving me a thick liquid. I felt really dizzy and nauseas I leaned over the side of my bed and vomited into the trashcan that was next to my bed. My stomach was going psychotic on me. It killed, I felt like I had 10,000 knifes stabbing into my stomach. My body felt empty. Just then a nurse walked in and started to take the I.V. off me and the rest of the wires that were attached to various places. She asked me if I could stand. I wasn't to sure but I nodded my head determined not to give up. But I fell over and she picked me back up and placed me on a wheel chair and left me just sitting there. Then the doctor came in and wheeled me into another room. He started to ask me questions.

"Mimi why are you so bruised?" The doctor asked me with a concerned look on his face.

"I fell down the steps."

"Are you positive about that answer?"

"Yes why?"

"Ok than can you tell me why a girl your age and height weighs 90 pounds?"

"I exercise?"

"I don't think so. You do realize that not eating will kill you we are going to have to put you into rehab until you start to eat again."

"I'm not anorexic."

"That's not what your boyfriend told us, He told me last night that you haven't eaten for 2 months, and that you hurt your self. Is this true?"

"No it's not true."

"Then why do you have bruises?"

"Because"

"Because why?"

"Because, he beats me, okay? All the time he just hits me and it made me afraid to eat. He threatened to kill my best friend back home if I told anyone what he was doing to me." I broke down in tears crying for what felt like hours until I spoke again. "If rehab will keep me away from David I'll go."