Chapter 1
Bella's POV.
I stepped onto the scale and waited for it to calculated my weight. It finally read, in thick black numbers, 120. The numbers repeated in my mind, and I looked at myself in the mirror ahead of me. I was in my bathroom upstairs while Charlie was at work.
I slowly lifted my shirt up and left on my garments. Next was my pants, they slid to the floor and I continued to look at my pale body. The thing was, I didn't look like I was 120 pounds. I spun around continuously while watching myself in the mirror and staring at my legs move like Jello.
I grabbed the extra skin hanging from my arms and almost died right there. I didn't like the thought of what I was about to do. I did it anyways. I slowly walked to the white seat in the corner of the room with my plastic pink toothbrush in my left hand. I opened the lid and my face got closer to the bowl of water.
The toothbrush got closer to my lips and I forced my mouth open to let the brush in. It was cold against my tongue and easily moved to the back of my throat. The food I had eaten when I came home had come back up and sat in the toilet.
The front door slammed and I heard heavy footsteps coming up to the second floor. I wiped my mouth and started the shower in case he happened to walk in.
"Bells? You in there?" He asked as he tapped on the white bathroom door.
"Yeah, I'm in the shower." I quickly took off my bra and panties and yanked the rubber band from my thick, messy, brown hair. I almost slipped as I stepped in the shower.
"Oh, uhm, alright!" He hollered back awkwardly. The shower felt good against my skin, and I rinsed my mouth for three minutes straight. I turned off the water after spending almost twenty minutes with the burning water hit my bare back.
I wrapped the towel around my body and felt my throat. It burned. Badly. I rinsed it out with cold water this time and brushed my teeth--with a different toothbrush of course.
I stepped out into the hallway when I had finished, and quietly tiptoed to my room. Stepping into my room was a relief, it was dark and cozy. The walls were deep blue and had perfect gray circles every four inches from each other. The bed sheets matched my walls, and I hopped into the bouncy Twin bed.
I closed my eyes and thought about how tomorrow was the first day of College. I was a freshman, and stressed out about living in dorms away from my family and friends. Since the divorce between Charlie and Renee, she moved out and left the big house for Dad. She moved only a few minutes away, but I still rarely saw her.
I made a check lists of things I needed for tomorrow as I dozed off.
-Books? Check.
-Tote Bag? Check
-Dorm Key? Check
The lists went on and on and I checked each one of them off mentally. I was quickly dreaming, and the dreams made me curious about college. Was I going to fit in? Was my room mate some crazy psychopath? Or a major jerk? Or Worse, A conceded popular girl who brought strange men, different guys every night, into the room?
College. Maybe more full of unnecessary drama than High School.
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