What do we do with a love like this?

--Mikayla's POV--
I woke up with Andy's arms around me. I hated to admit it, but i felt safe. A single tear fell down my face. Morgan walked in and sat a tray with breakfast on the night stand. I looked up at her. Andy opened his eyes and looked at Morgan, then down at me. He smiled. "Good morning." He said. I nodded. "Here's the deal." Morgan said. I looked up at her.
"Andy talked us into giving you a chance to fix this your self. But heres the rules. You have to eat everything we give you. No cutting. No suicide attempts. If you break any of those rules. We're doing this my way." She placed her hands on her hips.
I rubbed the blanket between my fingers. "Agreed?" I felt Andy's eyes on me. I nodded. "Say it." Morgan demanded. i sighed. "Agreed." my voice was barley recognizable. It sounded dry and it cracked alot. "Will you hand that water to me?" I asked Andy. I took two big gulps and then handed it back to Andy. Andy sat it down and held me sit up more. He handed me the trey. I swallowed. i couldnt eat all of that.
I looked at Morgan then to Andy. I could do this. Anything to avoid that white sterile place that I lost my light in. I looked down at my stomach. I sighed and started eating. My stomach hurt about a forth of the way in. About half the way through my eyes started to water. I started cring at one point. The hatred for myself growing with every bite. I finished it then pushed the plate away.
"Can i go back to sleep now?" Andy shook his head no. "You need to get up." "Fuck you." I pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes.

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