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Trapped: Chapter 1: Thoughts

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Anzu's POV

It was another normal day of school. A very hot day. I slowly made my way to my first class, regretting every step I took. I was in no mood to be at school; nor in the condition for that matter. I had been vomiting all night, but my mom still insisted that I go to school this morning. She told me I'd be fine. So, I tried to make her happy by pulling myself together and going, though I knew I wouldn't last through the day, judging by my condition now. I was hot and sweaty from the heat, and my legs were numb. My vision was blurring and my head felt light, making it difficult to concentrate on my destination.

With time, I did make it to my first class. As I approached the doorway, I could hear the cheers and howls of my classmates from inside. This made me hesitant to enter. Most likely, some girl got a new hairstyle or new jewelry, and when I entered, girls would be in my face immediately telling me about it and bombarding me with questions about what I thought. Normally it wasn't a huge problem, but this morning I was in no mood and would probably yell at them, which I didn't want to do.

Bracing myself, I slid open the doorway. Few students were in their desks, some of the more quiet ones, while the others were gathered around a desk passing around what looked like to be a magazine.

"You look great, Shizuka!" One girl squealed. I blinked. The hoots and howls were over Shizuka? Well, I suppose I couldn't blame them. She really had filled out nicely since middle school. She must have been modeling something in that magazine.

"Anzu!" I heard Shizuka call to me. I pushed away my thoughts as the giddy girl came running towards me. She had a big smile on her face, and she held out the magazine to me.

"Take a look! What do you think?" She asked me excitedly. I took the magazine from her and stared down at the open page in which was making her and everyone else so excited. It was a picture of her. She was modeling the newest line of bathing suits for the upcoming summer break. It was a new brand that seemed to be very popular among teenagers. She was modeling one of the lady's suits, of course. It was a strapless bikini and a light pink which went nicely with her skin tone. Her body was so slender, and her breasts had grown a few inches. She looked very confident in the picture, a look I had rarely seen in her. And for that I was proud.

"You look great, Shizuka," I said with a warm smile, even though I was slightly jealous. It wasn't as if I was unattractive, no; I had looked the way she did now when I was in middle school. But lately, I've noticed I've put on a little weight. I don't understand why; I didn't think I ate that much. I do realize that I'm finding it quite hard to stay away from the bakery or the candy shop, though.

"You look a lot better than that in a swimsuit," A deep voice said behind me. I spun around to look into the deep red eyes that belonged to Yami. He must have sensed my jealousy.

"Thanks," I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. He gave me a light kiss on the forehead. Yami has been my boyfriend for a few years now, and he hasn't changed at all. He's always been the sweet, caring, and loving guy that I know, and we haven't had any fights or arguments yet. I truly think he's the one.

The loud and annoying ring of the bell sounded, and the teacher marched into the classroom while the remaining students that were standing hurried to their seats. I took my seat in the back with Shizuka and Yami. The pain and dizziness began to lighten up, and I felt a little better. This gave me a more optimistic outlook on the day.

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The lunch bell rang, and a stampede of students charged outside with their lunches. I followed out slowly, snacking on some chocolate Yami had given me first period. I was feeling a whole lot better now, and was very happy. All the problems from this morning were gone.

I trudged through the grass holding my bag lunch, searching for Yami and Shizuka. I didn't have them last period, so I had to find them when lunch started. I saw them eating peacefully under a large tree, the wind blowing calmly through its leaves. They noticed me and waved their arms high, and I took off at a run, joining them seconds later.

"Hello Anzu!" Shizuka said happily, and stuffed a bit of muffin into her mouth.

"Hello," Yami added in. His deep voice was so soothing.

"Hey," I said, sitting down, and polished off the last bit of chocolate. I began to think I shouldn't have eaten that all at one time, but I suppose it was too late now. Pushing the worry away, I opened my lunch bag, revealing the contents of all that was inside. It included a sandwich, sliced strawberries, chocolate chip cookies, and bottled water. Even after the large amount of chocolate I had just devoured, I found it very tempting to eat. I pulled open the bag that held my sandwich, and began stuffing it into my mouth, gaining odd looks from my friends.

"You must be hungry, huh?" Shizuka giggled. I smiled embarrassingly and nodded.

"Yeah, I didn't have anything for breakfast. All I've eaten today is the chocolate Yami gave me, and I didn't want to eat it all because I didn't want to spoil my lunch." I lied. I had eaten that chocolate as if it were going to disappear. They bought it, though, and just smiled and continued to eat calmly as I scarfed down my food like a pig.

In minutes, I was done eating and gathering my belongings. Shizuka and Yami had finished too. I glanced at my watch to find that we had a good fifteen minutes before the bell would ring telling us to return to class.

"Hey, I'm going to go throw my garbage away. Can I take yours?" I offered to my friends.

"Thank you!" Shizuka said while stuffing her and Yami's together in a bag so it would be easier for me to carry.

"Yes, thank you much," Yami smiled, blowing me a kiss. I blushed hotly.

"Anything for you two," I replied, giggling, and blew one back to him. I scurried off to the garbage can. There was a reason I offered. I mean, one was to do something nice for my friends, but it wasn't the main one right now. I felt my stomachache returning, and I thought I should be near the trash can just in case.

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Shizuka's POV

I watched as Anzu hurried off to the garbage can, like she wanted to get away from us. I hope I haven't done anything to upset her; it's the last thing I want to do. When I showed her the magazine, I thought I sensed sadness and jealousy within her voice. But how could she be jealous of me? She's always had a better personality and body than I.

Attempting to push this thought away, I took the time she was gone as an opportunity to talk to Yami about what I wanted to talk to him about.

"Yami?" I said nervously.

"Yes?" He replied, as sure and confident sounding as ever.

"Do you think, that maybe... Anzu has put on a little extra weight?" I said, immediately stabbing myself mentally for it. Yami was going to be furious with me for saying such a rude thing.

"Actually, I have noticed," He said, still as confident. "I'm sure she ate all the chocolate I gave her. I hope nothing is wrong with her." I glanced at him, and noticed the expression of worry pasted across his face. I felt the same way. Anzu could be sick, for all we know.

But why would she hide it from her friends?

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Anzu's POV

While Yami and Shizuka looked to be busy talking and not looking for me, I quickly slipped back into the building, dashing to the bathroom. I was going to vomit any minute, and it most certainly wouldn't be in the middle of the hallway. I didn't understand; I thought it had gone away. It's because I had to be stupid and eat all that food so quickly.

I swung open the door to the lady's room to find all the stalls empty. Good. It was bad enough that I had to throw up; I didn't need anybody hearing me. I shot into the stall and slammed it shut, locking it. I gripped the sides of the stall and allowed the contents of my stomach to spill out into the toilet. I coughed and spit, tears rolling down my cheeks. My head was throbbing and I felt dizzy all over again. It was as if someone wanted me to be like this, and I was being tortured. I just wanted to make it through the day, because I knew if I came home sick during the middle of the day my mom would be furious with me.

I reached my shaky hand out to flush the toilet, and wrapped my arms around my stomach, silently crying. A loud ringing filled my ears, and I realized the bell signaling students to return to class from lunch had rung. I squeezed my eyes shut and swore to myself. Only this would happen to me.

I slowly stood, unlocking the stall and walking shakily out. I was a little overwhelmed from my experience, so I stood in front of the mirror gripping the sink, hoping to calm myself down a little and breathe normally. I glanced at my watch. I had seven minutes to get to class.

After a few more minutes and a couple gulps of water, I left the bathroom and started walking to my next class. I took it easy; holding my stomach and walking slowly. I hated throwing up. I despised it.

"Hey, isn't that Mazaki Anzu?" Whispered a girl. I froze at the sound of my name.

"Yeah, that's her," The other girl whispered back. I listened to them talk, pretending to be waiting for someone.

"Look how fat she's gotten!" My eyes widened. They were talking about me behind my back?

"I know. She was so good looking last year. Too bad she can't stop eating." The two girls giggled. I was on the brink of tears, and yet I wanted to turn around and beat the shit out of the both of them. How dare they say those things about me? They don't even know what's going on!

Well, that's it. I'm losing this weight; fast, and once and for all.

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It was after school now. I was walking home. I would've ridden home with Yami and Shizuka, but I was feeling depressed. I didn't say anything; just ran out of the building before they could find me.

I walked home slowly, thinking about what those girls had said. Had I really gotten that fat? Was it that noticeable? Well, apparently it was. I had to lose it, and be as thin as I was before. I started jogging to begin my exercise.

"Hey, Sweetheart." I stopped to look around. Who was that? Were they talking to me?

"Yeah, you." I looked around again. My attention turned to a dark alleyway as a tall man dressed in black emerged. He looked like a senior in high school. What did he want with me?

"A little worried about your weight? I can help you with that." He smiled deviously. I became interested. Could he really help?

"How?" I asked. He pulled a small container out of his pocket and placed it in my hands.

"These are laxatives. They'll help you lose weight fast." I glanced up at him.

"But can't these hurt you?"

"Sure, but isn't it worth it? You'll be as skinny as you were before." I thought about this for a second, and nodded slowly. Yeah, to be skinny, it was worth it.

"Yeah, I'll take it," I said.

"Ten dollars," Was his reply. I reached into my purse and pulled out the money, handing it to him. He took it and disappeared back into the darkness. I continued walking home, slipping the pills into my pocket.

Yeah, with these, I'd be thin in no time.

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Note: Obviously ten dollars would be converted to yen.