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A/N – Eating disorders suggested. Just a scene setting thing for a longer story that never arrived.
The razor scrapes my cheekbones again. If it was only the bone to cut around, it would be fine. It would be easy.
They ask me why I do this without a mirror. It's simple. Without a mirror, I don't have to see the clouds of failure in my eyes.
They all think that I'm so brilliant. That I can save the world or at least their little part of it. What do they know? People die and don't get caught and they still tell me that I'm brilliant. I'm never as good as they think I am.
They believe I'm skinny because I forget to eat. I never forget about eating. I just don't do it. That's one thing I am good at.
It helps that I'm tall. People don't notice so much. No-one ever looks at my body, only my mind. That works just fine.
If I let my hair keep growing much longer, it'll make a shroud.