“ I can’t eat anymore,” I said quietly.

“ What? What was that?” she asked.

“ I can’t eat anymore,” I said.

“ Yes you can,” she said.

I stared down at my plate.

“ You aren’t fat anymore so you can eat as much as you want,” she said. “ Or do you not like my cooking? I spent years and years learning all the ways you like all your favorite foods so that I could make you happy. Aren’t you happy? If you don’t eat anything you’ll starve to death and of course you’ll blame that on me too. Can’t you be grateful? I’m doing everything I can to make you happy because you’re special to me!”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes but I couldn’t say anything because I felt bad for disappointing her.

She took the fork away from me and scooped up food in it and shoved it in my mouth holding my hair.

“ Eat!” she commanded me. She made me eat the rest of my food like that.

I threw up all over the table. I started to cry.

“ Oh no, are you sick? I’ll help you clean up,” she cooed, pulling me up. My legs were all wobbly and I had trouble walking as she dragged me to the bathroom and took off my clothes and put me in the water.

“ Poor thing,” she said. “ Poor, poor thing…”

She sponged soap all over me.

“ Poor thing,” she said. “ Poor, poor thing…”

HELP

HELP ME PLEASE

PLEASE

HELP