She stared at her reflection, trying and failing to hold back the tears. The words still rang in her ears as she looked at the disgusting shell of a person she lived in. she reached out and grabbed the blade on the side and in quick succession sliced five thin lines into her arm, one for each word said. Then she sat on the floor and cried, deep sobs that shook her body as she watched the blood run and fall to the floor.

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She choked as she wrapped her arms round her fragile torso, the bones threatening to tear through her skin like tissue paper at any moment. It had been weeks since the incident, but each word still burned in her ears at the memory. She hadn't eaten properly ever since, but she could still see that fat in every bit of skin, clinging on like a disease that had no cure. She reached out for the blade on the side, and sliced five more lines into her thigh, watching the blood run as she wept.

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She woke up with a jolt, panicking at the strange tube down her throat. She could see the faces of her family watching her, her mother shouting at the doctors to put her under, saying she wasn't ready to wake up yet. The doctor leaned over her with a needle, and as she reached out her arm to stop him she noticed that the fat was back, even under the think bandages on her arms and wrists. She reached up and ripped the tube out of her mouth, then was quickly pushed back down on the bed. She managed to get the IV out of her arm before she was fully restrained, the doctor leaning over again to place the needle at her arm despite his swelling black eye, and she was greeted by a blissful blackness as the drug got to work and her eyes began to close.

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When she woke up again, she was in a bed surrounded by her family, but already she could feel the weight of her own body had increased. What had they done to her? Why had they let the fat come back? She shot a look worth a thousand hateful words at her mother since she was still unable to speak, and her mother's smile disappeared off her face.

"We are just doing what's best for you honey, you were making yourself sick! We did this because we love you!"

"You…would have…left me….alone…if you…loved me…. I….hate you…for this."

Her dry mouth made it difficult to speak, but she was able to get the words across. Her mother looked like she had been slapped, and her father quickly helped her up and started to lead her away. He turned back at the door, taking his last look at his daughter as he spoke.

"Until you have learned to see we did this for your own good, you will not be welcome in our home."

Then he turned to leave, and she silently let the tears roll down her face as she avoided looking down at the disgusting shell she lived in.

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The next time her family saw her, she was lying peacefully on a bed of satin and roses. This time she wasn't the one crying, everyone else was, because people only realized something was wrong when it was too late. Now she would never hear those five words again, never make those five lines, and would never watch them bleed.

And in the darkness, she heard her father whisper,

"I'm sorry Raven."