Background: Do you remember in "Home" when Mercedes stopped eating to lose weight for the Cheerios? What if she'd never stopped?
(A/N): Sorry this little drabble is all you get after months of absence. I love you all. Read, review, ENJOY! :3
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With each pound that drops off comes another comment on how good I look, how far I've come, how much I've achieved. How DO I look? Like a starved soul with skin hanging off my bones. How far HAVE I come? As far as I've slipped down the painfully scarring path to anorexia, as far as I've spiraled in my descent into madness. Most importantly, what HAVE I achieved?
Nothing. Not by your standards. Your standards which have become my standards. When will I have achieved anything by these standards? When I've withered away to nothing. Nothing but the whisper of a person long forgotten. The echo of my own laugh, now unrecognizable. The memory of a girl you'd once known, maybe loved, now in her casket, being lowered into the ground.
How will I look then? With my emaciated skull under sunken eyes and shrunken skin? How far will I have come? About six feet under. What will I have achieved? All that you lay before me, forcing me to accomplish. You've dragged me to my deathbed with expectations, and slaughtered me with indifference.