The nurses told me that if I gained another 7lbs then I would be considered as a healthy weight and be able to go home, Mason bought me chocolates, milkshakes and magazines to keep my mind off going back to the way I was. I grabbed the magazine he got me, it was Elle, my favourite! I looked at the cover and a beautiful, thin, brown hair, green eyed gorgeous woman was on the cover. I stared at it blankly for a minute before he took it away from me and said "I don't think this is a good idea." I liked the fact that he was looking out for me but I snatched it from his grasp. "I need to, it might help." I said whilst taking a deep breath. She was wearing a panelled gold dress. She looked perfect, she had a chiseled jaw line and perfect cheek bones, her collar bones were gorgeous, I liked to feel mine. It gave me the impression I was thin. I did want to get better, but I wanted to be healthy, the hospital said that they would help me stay healthy by putting exercise in my daily routine on my care plan.

There was a small knock at the door, "Yes?" asked Mason.

"Can I come in?" said a fragile voice from behind the door.

"Jodie?"

"Do you want me to go? I totally get it if you do I mean I have been such a terrible person an-"

"Shut up and come in!" I laughed.

When she walked in she stopped still where she was and looked at me, she smiled the biggest smile "I knew you'd do it, you look gorgeous!" hearing this made me feel warm inside, I had never been complimented before - except from by my mum but she doesn't count - it felt amazing to be told you're gorgeous. For some reason I felt like going through what I'd been through had made me a million times stronger than I was in the first place. When I was lying on the cold floor after taking all of those pills, I instantly regretted it. I thought about how my mum would react when she found me and if my dad would have to know and if he did he would've obviously come to my funeral which would mean that he would have to see my mum and even though he came to the hospital when I was in here and hurt her then he would've been able to take advantage of her even more if I was gone. The thought of what he did to me and my mum traumatised me for the whole of my life. He would slam the door and the liquor that he had once been throwing down his throat would soon be all over the kitchen floor and his frequent seizures because of the alcohol poisoning that I would have to try and calm down whilst mum picked herself off the floor after he would've thrown her into the wall or onto the floor and call an ambulance. I didn't know anything different then, I thought it was normal and I guess that's why I thought it was normal to hurt myself as much as he hurt me.

The time was 7pm, Mason, Jodie and mum were here now, I had to go for my final weigh in at 7.15pm and from there they would decide if I was ready to be discharged. Mason walked up to the weigh-in room with me, I didn't want him to leave me so i asked him to come in with me. He was my everything. He had helped me do this so he deserved to see the effect of what he had done and how he helped me. I did all of this for him.