Chapter Fourteen

Sammi's Point Of View

Ah, Lyla

The girl worries me.

I know what she is doing. I know.

I don't think anyone else knows though.

The razor, I've looked for it for so many hours. I can never find it.

I try to stop her, but she closes the door too fast, she disappears too fast.

Damn it, I cant do anything.

She's starving herself!

I see her, walk away without lunch. Her collar bones shine through her shirts, it's, it's terrifying.

I'm so scared.

I love Lyla. She's done everything for us. I can't just watch her die.

Speaking of which, Lyla just came home.

Shit.

I started to run.

Come on.

"No!" I meowed as I slammed into the closed bathroom door. "Lyla." I scratched at the door and whimpered. "Please. Just let me in."