Wyngs heard the back door open, and close again. Her mom pushed her back, closer to the edge of the bed. "Go tell him. If you love him like I know you do, you'll tell him." She gave another little shove, almost shoving Wyngs off the bed.<br/>"He won't understand. He'll just get mad at me, he won't understand." She got out of the bed, anyways. "What am I doing yo do if I lose him, mom? I can't survive without him." She was lost. Again.<br/>So she did the only thing she always did when she was lost, ran to her room and flopped face down on her bed. She cried, with every pain in her heart and body, she cried. She would have cried with her soul too, but she lost that when she had tried to kill herself.<br/>She didn't move for a long while, just sobbed into her pillow and crushed her ribs with her body weight, which wasn't much as she had stopped eating again. Riv would kill her if he found out.<br/>She thought about just a little bit ago, when he'd had his arm around her. She had thought he would notice that the dip between her rib cage and her hips was very deep, her pants barely stayed up by themselves, as much as she had tried to hide it, she was depressed. Majorly depressed and nothing helped. Every medication she had tried only worked for a little while, made her gain weight for a while then would poopout, and leave her well below her ideal weight.