I stood face to face with her front door. I whinced as I heard someone puking from outside. There bathroom was not too far from her living room. I wasn't sure if it was Christy who was puking or one of her family members. I shrugged it off.

"Well, this is it." I told myself before knocking my knuckles against the cool, white painted wood. I heard foot steps walking up to the door. I waited until the door was opened and there revealed Christy. I had barely been away from her for a day and she looked pale. She was looking fat on her face and you could tell. I looked down at her arms and they were skinner than mine.

"Hey Clint." I heard her say to me.

"Chris, are... are you OK?" I asked without thinking.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" She asked, hugging herself.

Then, the thought clicked in. Puking. Always excusing herself from eating. Her body becoming skinny.
I didn't want to accuse her of such a thing, because I would never dream of her doing that kind of thing. But I didn't keep my mouth closed, I just HAD to say something.

"Christy, are... I hate to ask this but are you... you know..."

"Am I what?" She asked, her voice a little shakey. I didn't know if it was because she was afraid that I had caught her, or it was from something else.

"Like... you know... have an eating disorder? I noticed your eating habits. They're not healthy."

"No... no I don't have that." I saw her avoid eye contact with me as she said it. I knew her more than anyone in the world. I knew it was true.

"Chris, why are you doing this to yourself? Don't you know how dangerous it is?" I raised my voice a little. The thought of the one I cared most about killing herself slowly was breaking my heart.

"Don't worry, it's nothing... nothing serious." She said, trying to make me not worry as much. I made me more worried than ever.

"Chris, don't give me that crap! I swear it is getting serious." I grabbed her hand and I raised her arm up.

"Look at this! LOOK AT IT! Don't tell me that is not serious."

She jerked her arm away from my grasp. I saw tears ready to fall from her eyes. "Clint... I..."

"Don't talk to me please." I said, turning around and walking away. I didn't know what to say to her. I was too heart broken. I know that walking away would make things worse, but I couldn't think. I didn't know if staying would make things better. My eyes began to water and hot tears began to fall freely down my face.

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*Christy*

I stood there as Clint walked away. I wanted to run after him, but I didn't know what to say to him. Clint, I'm doing this to myself because I want you to feel the same that I do about you. Clint I'm losing weight because I want to win your approval. I don't think that would go well with him. He would think I was an even bigger freak. And I didn't want that.

"Clint... I'm sorry." I whisper as tears rolled down my cheek. "He hates me even more now." I concluded to myself as I closed the front door and walked up the stairs to my room.