Hurting

Warning!!!

Graphic scenes, mature content, abuse and sexual harrassment.

Gianni Summers

It's Saturday and guess what I'm doing? Lying in bed staring at my ceiling once again. It's safe to say I look like the actual dead. Eyes dark and sunken in, lost weight too.

I haven't been eating, unless Soph forces it down my throat, I haven't been sleeping either. The only time I'm not a complete zombie is when EJ is in my arms.

Elijahs parents are in town so EJ is spending the day with them. Sophia got mad when I stubbornly refused to eat this morning.

It's not like I want to be this way, the mere sight of food has my stomach turning and not in a good way. She also forced me to take sleeping pills to help me sleep. I tried it I really did but it made me feel like absolute shit and the next day I couldn't properly care for my son so it's a absolute no no.

Why can't she just understand that I can't? She acts as if I want to be this way, feel like this as if I want to intentionally starve and d