When I was thirteen I was put into the hospital. My eating disorder and a abusive dad is not a good mix. I've been in the hospital for two years. My dad is supposed to be released from jail in a week. 'Shit.' But two years ago I weighed 56 pounds. I'm up to 70! My doctor says that I could be released if I keep up the good work. I'm excited but scared. What if my dad comes home and puts me back in the hospital. I already lost my friends, now he wants my life!? No way. The kids in the hospital don't like me. That's why my stay has been more miserable. I'm ready to get out of here. The scars from the cuts and burns will forever be etched into my body but that won't stop me from rocking a two piece. I mentioned that I lost my friends but one was standing outside the door.
"Are you okay?" She asked. Her name was Bree.
"Just peachy" I replied.
"Oh I'm sorry I'll go-"
"No! Please. Stay" I begged
She came up to me. I was on the verge of tears. I missed her so much. She was the only person I could count on. She leaned in and hugged me. Bree was bawling her eyes out.
"I just- I just love you so much and could never think of losing you and- and I was so sad that everyone left you"
She was talking fast and her words didn't sound correct because she was crying but I understood everything.
"Shush" I said. "Just hug me. And maybe if I get out we can hang? Watch a movie? Forget I was ever here?"
"That would be great"
I pulled her closer. God I love her. It's such an amazing feeling to hug someone you love and have them hug you back tighter.
*time skip, two weeks later*
I got out of the hospital with 80 as my weight. My head is so fresh with new thoughts and ideas with Bree filling up most of it. I don't know why I think about Bree so much. She makes me have a warm feeling inside and I love being around her. I wondered if she had the same feeling too. The thoughts were soon blank when I pulled up to my house, and my dad standing in the driveway.
"Hey. Bitch. You missed me didn't you?" He asked in a low growl.
I didn't want to start a fight so I just stared.
"Hey! Say something when I talk to you bitch!"
Nothing. He got angry, stomping up to me and grabbed me by the ear. I punched him square in the jaw but he quickly recovered. Then I blink. He's down on the ground bleeding from one side of his head. Bree, stood there and dropped a bat to the ground.
"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry"
I didn't say anything, just pulled her into a hug.
"Thank you so much" I said after a minute.
"I- I" she started, then stopped.
"What?" I asked
"Nothing, just hug me"
So I did.

Hey. I kinda like this. Obviously, I haven't updated.
1). I have no fan base
2). I have no motivation
3). Idk what I'm doing with this story
4). I get lazy
5). I fear the episode will be bad
So I'm sorry for failing. And I hope that I can at least get a story out every week. Bye~