I walked back into the apartment, to be greeted by Evan, my brother. He smiled warmly.

Evan and I are very close. I love him a lot, and I'd do nearly anything for him. He's a sweet 14 year old. He's wonderful.

"Hey Katelyn," Evan said. I waved back.

"I'm going to use the bathroom, don't disturb me," I told him. Evan nodded and I stepped into the hallway. Making my way to the small bathroom, I looked at my mother's picture. She passed when I was seven years old. I remember the day so well, and I just can't get over what happened to her. I sniffed and passed it.

I took off my bathing suit and started the shower, the hot water hitting my pale skin at a fast rate. I hummed quietly, looking down at my body.

I hate this body.