A/N: This is my first time writing a Glee fanfic. Please R&R!
Addicted
She ran. She ran as fast as her legs would allow her to go. She didn't know how far she had gone, or how long she had been running for. She knew it wasn't good for her. She knew she'd get sick. But it didn't matter. She thought to be pretty, that you needed to be skinny. So she would take all measures, healthy or unhealthy, to be pretty.
She wanted to be the girl everyone envied. She wanted to be the most popular girl in her school. She wanted to make her mother and father proud.
She pushed the stop button on her treadmill and stood in front of her full-length mirror.
"You're fat. You'll never amount to anything," said the little voice in her head.
But she wasn't fat. She was far from it. She stood in front of her mirror grabbing at the tiny amount of fat that was there.
"Dinner's ready," called her mother.
"I already ate at Glee club practice," she lied.
She turned back to the mirror and observed her body. To her, she was fat, but to everyone else, she was frail and fragile, like a China doll that could break at any moment.
She stripped into her sports bra and booty shorts. She looked at herself. She didn't think she had a problem, but she did.
Brittany Sylvester is an anorexic and she is slowly dying.