Silent. You could hear nothing as the room decorated with white walls screamed to close in on you. Silence is all that surrounded you. You never thought that things would escalate this bad. You only wanted to be pretty like the other girls in your school. Since you were fourteen years old, you struggled a lot with loving your body and words got to you quickly. Once your protection blanket, Harry left things went south quickly. Less meals, more running. By the time you were fifteen you were down to 90 pounds, which your parents didn’t think to much since you always had a fast metabolism and low weight was normal for you. Everything got worse when you joined the track team junior year of high school. Running everyday, not getting a lot work done and your body began shutting down. You didn’t remember a lot of the day when you were rushed to the hospital. You were so close to the finish line hearing people cheering your name for first place, when you tumbled to the ground passing out. 73 pounds. 73 would always wrap around your mind over and over again. It still wasn’t enough because when you looked in the mirror all you saw was basically a whale. You were resting in your bed in the treatment center when the door began to open, and you saw the familiar figure of your older brother with blood shot eyes. “Y/n…” He mumbled, walking in taking in your small, skinny figure. Tears dripped down his face as he couldn’t walk closer to you. The silence was getting to you, his tears and small sobs getting in your brain. You quickly began to panic and tears rushed down your face. You shook your head trying to sit up, but your body quickly rejected the sudden movement. “No, baby girl, stop.” He whispered sitting in the chair next to her bed taking her small hand. “W-why did you do this?” He said softly, biting his lip trying to stay calm as his leg twitched up and down. You stared at him, tears still streaming down your face as you stayed silent and he grew frustrated “For gods sake, y/n answer me!” He said raising his voice which frightened you a bit. He let go of your hand and stood up resting against the wall before kicking it. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. He shook his head, staring at you wiping his eyes. You sighed deeply, “Do you hate me?” You whispered, looking down. “I just wanted to be pretty like everyone else…” He shook his head, cupping your cheeks, “Listen to me, I’m not mad but you have to stop. Mum is worried. She blames herself because she never noticed how bad it was. You are going to die if you don’t get better…you can’t leave us y/n.” He whispered tears streaming down his face. “I will do what I can, which isn’t much, but you need help.” He said softly, kissing your forehead. You nodded slowly going back into your silent state, staring at the wall. He sighed and shook his head, “I’ll be back tomorrow.” He said softly, letting go of you and walking out your hospital room, whispering an “I love you.” As he shut the door, leaving you alone again.