Chapter 6

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I can't believe Abby was on my doorstep. I mean, she used to be my bestfriend-until-until I ditched her. But that was 7th grade, she still can't be mad at me, could she? no. I just don't like her anymore, and that is that.

I look in the mirror and I gasp. I look horrible. I haven't bothered to look into my reflection or try to look good since Lou. My skin in pale and splotched with redness. My hair is in knots every way you could knot hair. I appeared like I came from a dumpster-house.

My hands touch my scruffy feeling face and lead past my skin, going on my chest, then to my stomach. My fingers twirl on my stomach.

Not good enough. Just Not good enough.

I resist the urge to bend over and puke to trace down my body. My hands go to my hips, onto my bum, rubbing my thighs. There was an imperfection at every inch.

So many people call me 'beautiful' and 'skinny' and 'perfect' but as much as they say it, I'm never going to believe it. I see my self as many imperfections rolled up without a single good thing in sight.

"Honey..." my dad says from downstairs. I don't know who he's talking to. It honestly scares me. What if he's going mad?

I tip toe downstairs to check on him. Sure enough, he's holding Mum's photo, talking to her.

"I found throw up on the toilet seat, Petunie. She's not sick. What should I do? I'm so confused... help me," he says tearing up.

Oh my God. My Dad saw my puke on the toilet seat... how could I be so stupid? I have to intervene.

"Um.. dad?" I knock on the open door frame.

"Yes?" he says, keeping eye lock on the photograph.

"I-um-I love you." I say.

"I love you too, Pettie."

My father is losing his mind.

"Dad it's Macey. You're daughter." I yank the picture out of his grasp, although he puts up a tough fight.

"Macey," my dad growls,"your mother and I have been speaking lately and we think you need therapy."

It is only now I realize that Dad is drunk. His words slurred off his toung.

"Dad. You don't know what your saying. Mum is dead, and she has been for a long while," I breath.