Ana

Laura

She is my best friend.

No.

Not is.

Was.

She was my best friend.

God. I love her so much. And she HATES me.

I slowly crouch down into a tiny ball on my bedroom floor, hugging my knees to my chest and rocking back and forth. Tiny animal noises escape my mouth.

Oh god.

Oh god oh god oh god.

Cassie is starving herself to death.

And there is nothing I can do about it.
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This is almost done. Thanks for sticking with Cassie, guys. I love you all.