I stared at the phone. The screen glared right back at me. A message from Shaun: "I can't hang out tonight. I've got to go to town to see about a job."
I sighed. I hadn't seen him in a week. "Can't we hang out afterward?" i sent back.
"He just doesn't want to spend time with a fat-ass like you," Ana told me. "Who could blame him either?"
Twelve hours later, Shaun still hadn't called, texted, anything. He'd just totally cut me off. "What did i do?" i asked aloud. "We weren't even fighting."
"I told you, you're too fat," Ana said.
"Shut the fuck up!" i shouted and ran to my car.
I started the engine and went to the nearest Walmart. Razor blades. $1.44. Good enough for me. I paid for them and then proceeded to draw on my arm with them. My arm cried red tears to make up for the clear ones that refused to come out of my eyes.
"Jo," Ana whispered in my ear, "just starve. It'll help."
That's when i realized i hadn't eaten anything all day. "I am," i told her.
"Keep it up."
Tears started to drip from my eyes. "I am."