Its love ||Matt Good|| Make it Hurt |014|

I looked down at myself. My thighs were the size of most peoples forearms, my hip bones were protruding out more than ever, and I could count every bone in my rib cage. Before he mentioned anything, I couldnt see any of it. I started crying and Matt wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace.

"Your right!" I sobbed. "I look horrible. I dont know how you could have any kind of feelings for someone like me." I cried harder.
"Shh. Bella, I can help you. I love you and I'll do anything for you. You should of known that after all the shit we went through on vacation." He kissed the top of my head.
"Vacation ..." I thought back. "Matt, what happened that night at my aunts house? And I want the truth." I pulled away a little to look up, way up at his face.
"We were drinking, and I told you I wouldnt do anything because you were drunk. You kissed me, so I kissed back, but I kept my hands to myself. I meant it when I said I wouldnt do anything with you drunk." He explained.
I nodded. "Well, Im not drunk now." He smiled down at me.

He pulled me tight into his arms and leaned down. He was centimeters away from me and I could feel his hot breath against my skin. I looked into his blue eyes and I couldnt wait for him anymore. I pulled him towards me and kissed him, and I felt him smile against my lips. If I died right now, I would die a happy woman.
All of a sudden I felt my legs give out, and everything started to get dark.
Maybe I spoke to soon.

I woke up to a bright white light and horrible pain. There were blood filled doctors all around me, screaming about something.
"The Patient is waking up!"
"Someone get this girl medicated, stat!"
I tried to talk but everything hurt. A nurse ran over to me and put something over my face, and soon everything turned back to black.

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. The walls were white, the bed sheets were blue, the dresser was white, the curtains were white, but it wasnt a hospital room. It looked like someones extremely white bedroom. Someone was knocking at the door. The white door. I got up and opened it, and there stood my great Uncle Russel.

"U-Uncle Russel?" I was shocked.
"Yes Bella, its me." His thick Italian accent was exactly how I remembered.
"B-b-but your, your dead! You've been dead since I was 12!" I backed up a little.
"Bella darling, so are you." WHAT?!
"What? I-I can't be dead!" I staredfreaking out. "My heart is beating, my brain is working!" I was frantically looking around the room.
"Principessa, a lui non cosi cattivo materre."
Translation: Princess, Its not a bad place.
No duh, I thinkI'm in heaven. How the hell did I even get here?
"Uncle Russel, please no Italian my head hurts. Just tell me, why am I here, and how did I get into heaven?"
"Bella, you are not in heaven yet. You come here to face judgement. The only reason you do not go straight to hell is because you croak in love." He explained in his broken english.
"In love?! Oh great. I'm finally in love and now I'm dead!" I sat on the blue bed. "How did I die?" I asked.
He sighed. "When you have eating disorder, body shut down. Your organs fail, and they operate. You wake up on operating table which complicate things, and you no make it." He hugged me as I cried into his shoulder.
"Isnt there any way I can go back?" I asked.
"I'm sorry hunny. Your eating disorder will kill you." will kill me? "That how Aunt Angie die. We say lung cancer to keep peace, no one like anorexic Italian girl. Bella, be good." His voice started to fade.
"Uncle Russel? Uncle Russel where are you going?!" He's leaving me alone?!
Everything went black.
I'm getting so sick of this shit.