No one knew necessarily how to help you so they didn’t. Your own family could see you spiraling back into a horrible mindset that would potentially lead to you taking your own life yet they stood by. Occasionally they’d try getting you to eat or asking if you were okay but not worrying as much as they should.

Aiden knew what it was. He knew better how to take care of you even if it wasn’t much it helped. Especially since he was patient with you.

Except he was your ex, of course you wouldn’t want his help. Having broken up since you were tired of him trying to stop you and keep you clean and away from drugs, he texted you even if you didn’t respond. Would watch you in the school hallways.

He still loved you. He always would. Even if it meant loving the side of you that would starve, harm yourself with drugs and razors, emotional reck. Aiden still loved you. He didn’t think he could stop.

After seeing that you had nearly fainted he messaged you late that night. “Please baby answer me. My beautiful princess with a disorder, answer me.” His messages read.