[ WP ] Write a story , over the course of which it 'll slowly become clear that you are crazy .

I stared in the mirror, disgusted. No outfit looked good on my body, no matter how hard I tried, and I could n't find half my clothes. Must be in the washer. It did n't matter anyway, nothing fit me anymore. It looked as though my belly spilled over the top of my jeans, and you could see so much flab coming out from the bottom of my shirt. I needed to go shopping. 
 
 I put my hair in a ponytail, deciding not to waste time on it. I needed to get to school. Though it was relatively warm out, I was a little chilly. I grabbed my boyfriend's sweatshirt and put it on, a little satisfied that it covered my muffin top. I walked downstairs where my mom was frantically getting breakfast ready. 
 
 My little snot of a younger brother was tearing pieces of toast apart and throwing them on the ground when Mom was n't looking. He hated toast, but it looked like Mom had stayed up most of last night and woke up late this morning, meaning toast was on the menu. I bent down and picked up the pieces, putting it back on his plate. He was only six, but that did n't phase me. 
 
 `` Now you have to eat it after it's been on the floor. Stop making life hard for Mom.'' I said. 
 
 `` Haley!'' Mom scolded, grabbing the plate away from Gavin. She gave another piece of toast to him, and he swore up and down he would n't do it again. 
 
 `` Do n't give your brother dirty food. I did n't get the floor cleaned last night. I was pretty busy.'' Mom said, running her hand through her hair. She grabbed her coffee mug and took a few sips. 
 
 `` Busy doing what?'' I asked. She fell silent. Whatever it was, she did n't dare say it in front of Gavin, so I decided to drop it. 
 
 Dad was coming over today to take us both to school. I had n't seen him in a few months. Mom won custody, and ever since, I only saw him during school breaks. Spring break was just around the corner, and since today was the last day, he was in charge of taking us to school that morning. 
 
 A piece of toast came flying in my direction, and I just barely dodged it. 
 
 `` Gavin, you little-'' the doorbell rang. 
 
 Dad was standing at the door. He looked like he had n't slept in days. His eyes were red and his shirt looked dirty. When I opened the door, he gave me a half smile. 
 
 `` Hey, Haley.'' He said that quietly. He looked at me sympathetically. Not that I do n't love my dad, but it was a little weird the way he was acting towards me. My mom came to the front door to greet him, something she never does. She handed him an envelope. 
 
 `` You have everything that's needed?'' She asked. She looked like she was about to cry. I'm not sure what the hell happened between the two of them, but it was starting to freak me out. Dad nodded, and asked to come in. My mom said yes. 
 
 It was weird for my mom and dad to be in the same room and not argue. They were perfectly quiet and civil towards each other, and I had a slight fear that they may have caught me doing something. I searched in my memory anything that they would want to punish me for, and came up with nothing, which only made me more anxious. 
 
 My mom put my plate in front of me. Eggs and toast. I loved my mom's cooking, so I felt bad not eating it. 
 
 My mom seemed overly joyed to eat her food, as did my dad. They both started talking about how great breakfast was, and about how I should try it. 
 
 I always got so angry when people talked about food and how good it was, and lately my mom has been pushing me to eat it. I knew how good it was, I just did n't want to eat it. You'd think they'd stop after a while, but the requests kept getting worse. My mom would go through hoops to try to make me eat, including taking me to fancy restaurants and cooking my favorite meals. It seemed as though every time I did n't want to eat, she'd try shoving it down my throat, and I'd get sick. No wonder I was fat. 
 
 After breakfast, I grabbed my backpack and walked to dad's car. He came around to the front and started the car. 
 
 `` Where's Gavin?'' I asked. 
 
 `` He's not coming,'' Dad said. `` He said he felt sick.'' 
 
 `` And of course Mom fell for it,'' I sighed. `` She always does.'' 
 
 He pulled out of the driveway and took a right out of the neighborhood. As I looked out the window, I saw a few girls standing outside, waiting for the bus. I wish I looked like them. They had the perfect body and long hair. Here I was with short hair that never did what I wanted it to do, trying to put my book bag on my lap so my dad would n't notice the fat rolls that are doubly noticeable when I sit down. 
 
 My dad went into the McDonald's drive thru and ordered some food. After he paid for it, he dropped it in my lap. 
 
 `` Eat it.'' He said. 
 
 `` Oh, I'm not hungry, we just had breakfast.'' I said. 
 
 `` Eat it.'' He replied more sternly. I had no choice, so I stuffed my face. 
 
 It tasted amazing. I did n't even remember McDonald's tasting so good. Before I knew it, it was all gone, and the shame kicked in. 
 
 When I got to school, I immediately went into the bathroom. I did n't want to do it, but I was used to it at this point. I rolled up my sleeves, revealing the scars on my forearm, and dug into my backpack, finding the toothbrush. 
 
 `` Here goes nothing.'' I said. And for what felt like the millionth time, I stuck it down my throat.
