I walked out of my bedroom,
and into the kitchen,
mum sat there staring at me,
I knew what she was thinking,
'Will she eat this morning?'
I sighed.
Corey's words rang through my head,
"Do you want to get better?"
I walked to the fridge,
grabbing out the milk,
before heading to the cupboard,
grabbing out a bowl,
before pinching my brother's box of Coco Pops.
I poured myself a small helping,
sitting at the bench eating it silently.
My mind was telling me to throw it at the wall,
to run upstairs and get rid of the traitor,
but I sat there telling myself it was helping,
I gulped down spoonful after spoonful,
before I was scratching the side of the bowl,
surprised I had finished it.
"Do you want me to make you lunch B?"
Mum asked and I smiled, nodding.
This was progress.
And progress was good.