The days passed slowly, and I cut more often. I was really upset with Olivia’s passing and I decided it was time for me to lose some weight. If Olivia couldn’t live, I’d be like her and die like her.
I rarely ate anything. I only ate around Jeremy, so he would think I was fine. I ate nothing at home, I only drank a glass of water a day. I felt the effects within the first day.
I was lying in bed and I almost couldn’t move. My stomach was growling like a mad dog, but I would not eat anything. My parents started noticing, so I was forced to eat when I was around them also and they forced me to come down and eat supper with them.
I went to school one day, about 3 weeks after Olivia’s passing. I was really dizzy and pale. I hadn’t eaten anything today, and I hadn’t eaten anything at all for about 3 or 4 days. I was really growing weak. Then Jeremy began noticing.
“Kersey, I need to talk to you.” He said to me one day. He took me outside and held my hand in his. I looked at him innocently. “Tell me what’s going on.” He demanded.
I again looked innocently into his eyes. “What?” I asked, turning away. He wasn’t supposed to know. This was a secret.
“Kersey. Listen to me. You cannot do this. You need to eat. Please tell me you will eat.” He said. He looked serious.