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    Yay. Another day, bullied at school. They hadn't started beating me yet, but I knew it would come sooner or later. I sucked in a small breath as I walked up to the house, unlocking the door and walking in. Something was cooking. I could smell it. Me and my older sister lived alone, she having taken me away from the abusive home we used to live in. Not that that kept people at school from doing anything to hurt me.


    I dropped my bag on the couch, holding my stomach. I was starving, having not eaten in days, but I wouldn'tt let myself eat. I stepped into the kitchen, waving to my sister. "Hey." I got a water bottle from the fridge, taking a few big gulps, before setting it on the counter and moving to go upstairs, not really wanting to converse with her. There wasn't a point. I honestly thought she was starting to hate me. Oh well.

    I mumbled a hi to my sister, still cooking. I had my phone to my ear, and was discussing something with my bestie. I finished the conversation, and called for my little sister. I haven't been talking to her much, and I felt like I needed to. Plus, she doesn't seem to want to eat.


    Now, I understand a diet, but I need to make sure she doesn't go too far.


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    I heard my sister call my name, and I sucked in a gentle breath. My stomach growled and I groaned, rubbing it. I sighed, slowly sliding off my bed, kicking off my shoes and stepping downstairs, barefoot. "What?" I mumbled, looking up at her, unable to stop myself from looking at the really good smelling food. I could look, but I cant touch.

    "Is everything okay? I mean, at school and all?" I asked, and observed her. She looked fine, maybe a little skinny.


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    "Yeah I'm fine. Everything is fine. Why would you think something was wrong?" I picked up the waterbortle and took a few more swigs, trying to stop my stomach from growling. It got loud sometimes if I didn't feed it.

    "No need to ramble, you're just my little sis, and I gotta take care of you," I said. I grabbed her, and hugged her. "Ready to eat though?"

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    I shrugged her of me, finishing my water bottle and tossing it into the recycling. "I'm not hungry. I just ate at school." I turned to leave the room, tossing my hair over mt shoulder.

    "Where at school? And what did you eat?" I wasn't letting her off easily. I knew people who had starved themselves, and it wasn't good. They died, or was never the same..

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    "After school. My friend brought a big bag of Cheetos. We all shared it, that's why I was late. Im not hungry. Just leave me alone okay?" I couldn't tell her about being bullied, or my slowly forming eating disorder. She would get soo mad.

    I squinted at her, as if trying to see if she was lying. Leaving it be, I broke out into a goofy grin and ruffles her hair.
    "Well, okay. But if I hear your stomach, I'm serving you up, and a huge plate of spaghetti it will be."

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    "Yeah yeah yeah, whatever." I waved her off, before turning and leaving the room, just in time too. My stomach let out a loud growl as I pounded up the stairs back to my room.

    I watched her, and a sigh escaped my lips. I missed it when she was small and so adorably nice. I turned back to the noodles and watched as the swirled and boiled.

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    I knew I had changed. A lot. But I was so tired of being bullied, I was tempted to just give up on life altogether. I felt a few tears roll down my cheeks as I sat on my bed. What would my sister do if she knew I cut myself? What would she do if I died?

    The notes were done and I sat down to enjoy my meal. I had a soda along, and thought of what I could do. I needed to leave soon, for my job. I ran up the stairs to my room and grabbed my stuff. Before leaving, I knocked on the door and said, "I'm leaving, 'kay?"

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    I jumped slightly st the knock on the door, the knife I was cutting with going deep into my arm. I almost yelped out, but I had to hold it in, or she would think something was up. I took in a slow breath before answering, trying to seem as normal as possible. I didn't need her coming in. In case she did, I shoved the knife beneath the covers and curled up in my blanket. "Okay have fun!"

    I falsely coughed, "sure..." And my hand hovered over the door knob. I hesitated, but turned and walked away and to work.

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    I smiled slightly, glad she hasn't come in, before starting to clean up the mess I'd made. I got some blood on the carpet, so I pulled my rug over the stuff and bandaged up my arm.