brooke
it was wednesday morning, and brooke was in the bathroom vomiting.
her mother made her a whole plate of breakfast and she ate two plates full of food. afterwards she felt sick and disgusted with herself.
so as soon as her fingers were down her throat and her body was eliminating the pancakes and eggs, she felt satisfied.
as she was eating she could feel herself getting fatter and fatter. but she was so hungry, her stomach was making loud noises so she gave in. and she hated herself for it.
after brushing her teeth and putting her hair up, brooke went to lay in bed with rosie since it was only eight in the morning, and her grandmother should be there around seven tonight.
goldfish feeder: todays the day
love: ikr
goldfish feeder: so excited i just cant hide it, my little buddy cant either ((;
love: me too
goldfish feeder: .... whats wrong
love: nothing
goldfish feeder: you didn't say anything about my ((;
love: oh
goldfish feeder: love whats wrong
love: nothing harry
goldfish feeder: )):
seconds later brooke was receiving an incoming facetime request from harry.
sighing, she pulled the blanket over her chest and answered the call.
"what's wrong?" harry asked as soon as they connected.
brooke shrugged, "nothing."
harry frowned and bit his lip, "seriously brooke, what's going on?"
"i don't know."
harry looked at her carefully, "are you feeling sick?"
brooke shook her head.
harry sighed and his shoulders slumped, "then what is it?"
it was brooke's turn to sigh, "i ate, okay?"
"you ate, like a real meal?" harry asked excitedly.
brooke nodded, "yeah, but now it's all in the toilet."
harry frowned for a second before what she said finally made sense to him.
"on purpose?" he asked softly.
she nodded.
"i love you brooke and i hate to see you do these things to yourself. when you get here i'm going to help you."
brooke shook her head again, "no, i don't need help."
harry sighed but faintly smiled, "then i'll just be by your side."
an: omg this book is almost finished but idk if i wanna write a sequel or nah
