BELLA'S POV

“I knew you'd get better at some point!” My best friend, Beatrice squealed. I could barely hold back the disgust on my face. She didn't come to visit me one day when I was smelling. Or when I looked like I was going to die.

In fact, nobody from my so-called friend group visited. And she still thought we were best friends somehow? In her dreams.

“Yeah, thanks,” I muttered, trying to ignore the growling in my stomach. My mom hadn't been home for the past two days. And I had opened and closed the freezer countless times, hoping that food was going to somehow magically appear. There...