Ginny looked at herself in the mirror.
Fat. Fat, fat, fat. She stroked her finger down her side and over the ridges where her hips stuck out like knives. Thunder- Lightning, crackling sounds of splintering wood just outside her window. How had it come this far?
A knocking at the door jolted her from her thoughts.
"Ginny? Ginny are you in there, open the door!" Bang, bang, bang. Silence. Bang, bang, bang. Again, silence. Her eyes flickered from the door to the mirror. Her hair was short and jagged, her eyes were deep and sunken, her gaunt face pulled tight over high cheekbones. Her milky skin was speckled with freckles.
She reached out- her fingers grazed the mirror.
"Ginny, please oh god Ginny, please please please…" The banging on the door subsided. Ginny turned to the bathtub. When she was younger it was always difficult for her to turn on the water. There was a problem spot where the nozzle had rusted and she always had to wiggle it a little to get it to turn. Funny that she thought of silly trivial little things like that at a time like this.
She felt the cool metal on her skin and jiggled the handle. Cold water poured from the hissing gage into the bathtub, spraying her hands. Goosebumps rippled over her skin.
She looked again in the mirror, examining her body in whole. Scars, up and down her legs and thighs, ribs stretching out from thin ghostly skin. Too much.
She searched through her eyes into her soul. There was nothing left to live for, nothing left to save. She turned back to the water, and stepped in.
The immediate freezing sensation caused somewhat of a gasp to escape her thin misused lips. But no hesitation. She laid herself down in the water and closed her eyes, face down. Screaming outside the bathroom door, pleading, begging, crying, it all became a gurlgling reminder of nothingness. She let the numbing coldness consume her and waited until the pressure in her head turned the world to sparks and light and then darkness, and the cold water coated her lungs in a thick syrup.
Death.