“You aren’t eating.” Johnny says as u stare down at your plate.
“Not hungry.” u mutter, staring at the food in front of you.
He puts down his fork. “That’s what u zei at lunch.”
“I’m not hungry.” u shrug.
“But I made your favoriete spaghetti sauce. u always like that.”
“I’m just not hungry.” u sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.
“Playing with your food isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.
“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” u suddenly snap.
The look on his face kills you. u can see the disappointment and hurt in your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” u mumble, picking the fork back up, and stirring your pasta around again.
He gently puts his hand on yours.
“When was the last time u had a full meal?” He asks quietly.
u didn’t answer, just push your pasta around some more.
“When was the last time u had a full meal?” He repeats.
u shrug.
He sits, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know.” u finally say.
He looks at u sadly.
u look down at your plate, embarrassed.
“Did I tell u how beautiful u look today?” He asks quietly.
u look up at him, surprised, and shake your head.
“Well, u look beautiful. And u always have. And u always will. It’s not fair for u to do this to yourself. Your depriving your beautiful body of what it needs, and it’s really sad. u shouldn’t feel insecure because u are loved. door me, door your friends, door everyone. I love you.”
“Not hungry.” u mutter, staring at the food in front of you.
He puts down his fork. “That’s what u zei at lunch.”
“I’m not hungry.” u shrug.
“But I made your favoriete spaghetti sauce. u always like that.”
“I’m just not hungry.” u sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.
“Playing with your food isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.
“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” u suddenly snap.
The look on his face kills you. u can see the disappointment and hurt in your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” u mumble, picking the fork back up, and stirring your pasta around again.
He gently puts his hand on yours.
“When was the last time u had a full meal?” He asks quietly.
u didn’t answer, just push your pasta around some more.
“When was the last time u had a full meal?” He repeats.
u shrug.
He sits, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know.” u finally say.
He looks at u sadly.
u look down at your plate, embarrassed.
“Did I tell u how beautiful u look today?” He asks quietly.
u look up at him, surprised, and shake your head.
“Well, u look beautiful. And u always have. And u always will. It’s not fair for u to do this to yourself. Your depriving your beautiful body of what it needs, and it’s really sad. u shouldn’t feel insecure because u are loved. door me, door your friends, door everyone. I love you.”
“Where the hell is she?!?” I storm into the emergency room.
“Excuse me sir,” one of the nurses says, holding me back a little. “Who are u looking for?”
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s my girlfriend. I got a call. She was in some accident.” I saw, kind of throwing my hands all around.
“I’ll check for you. One minuut please. Have a seat” The nurse said. But I saw it in her eyes. Something was wrong. I sat down, head in my hands.
The nurse walks back to talk to a doctor. They keep glancing over at me. Damnit. I wish they’d just tell me what was going on. The nurse nods her head, and the doctor starts walking toward me.
He stands in front of me. “You’re here for Ms. (Y/L/N)?”
“Yes sir.” I manage to say.
I see the sorriness in his eyes, and hear the sadness in his pause.
“I’m afraid she’s not going to make it.”
That was all I needed to hear before standing up.