"are you eating those bars"

dad asked

and I just nodded,

flashing him a fake smile.

"you better be"

he joked

before leaning in and giving me a hug.

He was doing that more

nowadays.

And I have to admit,

it was nice.

He was quiet for a while

before saying,

"are they still bullying you"

I just shrugged

as he let go of me.

He stared at me for a long while,

guilt eating him up.

Sighing,

he gave me one last wondering look.

"bye elliot. I bought frozen pizza, so eat that if you get hungry"

And after that,

he left for work.

As soon as I heard the door close,

I got out of my seat

and rushed to the bathroom.

Stepping on the scale,

I waited.

Seconds passed,

I glanced down

and a smile adorned my face.

90 lbs.

Stepping off of the scale,

I stood in front of the mirror

and pulled up my shirt.

My ribs were prominent,

and my stomach was flat.

The cuts were slowly fading,

but still,

I couldn't have been happier.

I'm fine

I'm fine

I'll really be fine.

| This must be a new streak from me. Two updates in one day... Huh.... Weird. |