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Ch.2 "The guilty feeling"
A/N: short chap . . . but it is supposed to be . . . others will be longer TRUST ME!
Hermione lay in her bed looking up at the dark ceiling. She felt so crappy . . . but most of all, Hermione was hungry, really hungry, she hadn't eaten in at least three days, possibly more . . . if she did eat, it was very little. She was starving, she needed something to eat. 'No Hermione, you're not hungry! Stop thinking about food!' Hermione yelled at herself.
After a few brief moments of contemplating, she finally gave in and crept downstairs to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and peered inside . . . 'what to eat?' She looked around and felt the cool air run over her bare feet. She glanced at a box of chocolate her dad have given her a few days ago . . . Hermione opened the box and scarfed down a small amount of the chocolate sweets, not coming up for air. Hermione put the box back in the fridge. She fell to the floor holding her stomach, she clenched her eyes shut and groaned. Hermione crawled to the bathroom and hovered above the toilet. She shoved her finger to the back of her throat and spewed into the toilet; coughing and shaking, she slowly stood up and flushed the toilet.
Hermione looked into the mirror and stared at the scrawny reflection. She was about 5'6", her ribs were more than visible; her hair had straightened though . . . about a month ago, she had colored it black and put thick chunks of a deep midnight purple in it. Her body was so limp and she felt weak all the time . . .
But, she didn't feel guilty anymore . . . she banished the guilty feeling . . . for now.
Ch.2 "The guilty feeling"
A/N: short chap . . . but it is supposed to be . . . others will be longer TRUST ME!
Hermione lay in her bed looking up at the dark ceiling. She felt so crappy . . . but most of all, Hermione was hungry, really hungry, she hadn't eaten in at least three days, possibly more . . . if she did eat, it was very little. She was starving, she needed something to eat. 'No Hermione, you're not hungry! Stop thinking about food!' Hermione yelled at herself.
After a few brief moments of contemplating, she finally gave in and crept downstairs to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and peered inside . . . 'what to eat?' She looked around and felt the cool air run over her bare feet. She glanced at a box of chocolate her dad have given her a few days ago . . . Hermione opened the box and scarfed down a small amount of the chocolate sweets, not coming up for air. Hermione put the box back in the fridge. She fell to the floor holding her stomach, she clenched her eyes shut and groaned. Hermione crawled to the bathroom and hovered above the toilet. She shoved her finger to the back of her throat and spewed into the toilet; coughing and shaking, she slowly stood up and flushed the toilet.
Hermione looked into the mirror and stared at the scrawny reflection. She was about 5'6", her ribs were more than visible; her hair had straightened though . . . about a month ago, she had colored it black and put thick chunks of a deep midnight purple in it. Her body was so limp and she felt weak all the time . . .
But, she didn't feel guilty anymore . . . she banished the guilty feeling . . . for now.