A/N: Hello everyone I decided to test my angst powers and decided this would be a good way to start off in that department. I'm testing the waters for this one because I really want to make it good.
I stared at the fat, discusting body in the mirror. I had a double chin my arms were too fat my thighs too big, I pulled the skin from my stomach and shook it, snearing in discust of what I was seeing. I wanted to throw up...i needed it! NOW! I ran toward my bathroom across the hall from my room and locked the door pulling up the lid up from the toilet and waited till I comanded my body to throw up leaning over the toilet I let the remains of my stomach fat leave my system. I smiled to myself when I realized I probably lost another pound in such a short time. I went over to the scale and weighed myself looking at the numbers that would decide my progress.
96 pounds
fuck!
Tears crept to my eyes when I realized I still wasn't at my goal yet! Why is it taking so fucking long! Looking under the sink shuffling around the bottom for my release but I couldn't find it. I started to panic but sighed in releaf when I found the small razor that took away the thoughts and emotions for a few minutes, they were only a few but they were a huge weight lifted. I slid the blade across my skin on the inside of my forarm, along with all the other ones skattered around, permenent reminders of my goal to continue. I watched as the red melted sugar flow from my veins and sighed again. Watching it flow for a few more seconds I started to clean up. flushing the toilet and cleaning the razor was a slow process I felt completly drained and all I wanted to do was sleep.
I heard my mothers voice from down stairs calling me for dinner. I felt sick again. No way am I eating any fish tonight, ugh!
"I'm not hungry I'll eat later!" I yelled from upstairs, my vision blured so I grabed a hold of the wall to keep me standing, closing my eyes for only a second till I felt better enough to let go.
okay no more yelling for me...
"No, you will eat with us right now!" she was mad I could tell, I imagined my mothers brows furrowed and a frown on her face while she bit the bottom of her lip.
I wanted to scream and shout and stomp my way down the steps refusing everything and shoving all the food in the garbage. Instead I just walked across the hall, rather loudly i might add, to my room again slaming it so hard the whole house shook. I didn't give a fuck. I looked inside my dresser and found a black long sleeved shirt and pulled it over my head along with my sweat pants I didn't care that it was August, I was cold. I stomped to my bed getting inside, falling asleep before my head touched the pillow.
A/N: *Sigh* Okay this story means a lot me me in a way I have a friend in serious denial about being anorexic but everyone else knows it's starting to become a problem. I've started to do my research so I hope I didn't leave anything important out.