"Not Enough"

JJ knew this type of girl. Haillie was the kind of girl who laughed loudly, threw sarcasm like grenades, and always had perfectly smudged eyeliner.

You wouldn't think she could go three days without eating and then throw up every stolen calorie in the school bathroom.JJ noticed it by accident. At a party. She was sitting alone in the bathroom, the door ajar. He heard the sound of vomit, then the flush. Silence. And a sigh. Not relief. Shame.

He left it then. He didn't want to step with his shoes into something he didn't understand.

But from that moment on, he started to look more carefully.

Haillie had a distant look when she thought no one was watching. She often moved food around on her plate. Her hand trembled as she sipped Red Bull at 10 in the morning. Traces of blood under her fingernails. Her fingers - calluses that JJ knew from the internet, because he used to look up why some people puke after every meal.

He started to worry. But he didn't know how to start.

It wasn't until she fainted on the beach, her eyebrow bleeding and her body as light as a fucking leaf, that JJ couldn't take it anymore.

"What the fuck are you doing, Haillie?"

She opened her eyes. She wanted to say something. To defend herself with sarcasm. But JJ didn't look like the others. Not like a boy who "has a crush". He looked like someone who saw her slowly killing herself.

"I'm not doing anything," she whispered.

"And that's what scares me the most."

"He took her to his boat. She didn't say anything for two hours.