Word Count: 392
Challenge/Competition: Summer Writing Camp
Prompts: Write about someone fainting.
Warnings: Depictions of anorexia - do not read if you are easily triggered.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Harry Potter, it's all JKR's.
Note: I try to write topics like this as sensitively as possible, I understand that these are sensitive topics for people & it is one very close to my heart also. Please remember there is many different mind sets and experiences with each different person that has this problem.
The character in this is Daphne Greengrass, for those who wonder.
Time is lost in her mind – she cannot comprehend the month, the week, the day.
How long has she been staring into the mirror? She can't remember when, but the mirror lost its sting… it takes a lot longer for its insults to seep through her thickened skin than it ever used to.
Slowly, she closes her sore eyes before reopening them. Leaning up and breathing in, her eyes glare at her figure. The hip bones that jut out sharply, the light shining through the gap in her thighs, the protruding collarbone, the translucent skin and each prominent rib.
She squints, breathing in further to see just how many bones she has… although however many, however prominent, it isn't enough, and it never will be.
Black spots dot over her eyes, so she presses two fingers to her temples – a trick she learnt at some point to keep the dizzy spells at bay. Sharply, she sucks in breath through her teeth before breathing out heavily, which causes a sharp pain to rip through her chest.
Glaring at the mirror, she tilts her head to examine herself. What is the issue? What is her issue? Questions… questions that are always left unanswered.
That familiar chill that constantly haunts her crawls up her spine, and she shakes in her baggy underwear. It's a feeling that's she's used to – one she doesn't hate. This shaking, her light-headedness, it makes her something… it makes her feel powerful, and it's the only thing that does. What would she be without it? This is her.
Black dots swim in her vision again, and the emptiness inside her suddenly becomes heavy as led. It hurts, she hurts, for the first time in a long time – well maybe not, but she cannot comprehend time and every second feels like an hour.
She presses her fingers to her temples, but they tremble violently and it no longer lends any sort of assistance to the blackness that's claiming her. Secretly, she likes to think of herself as strong. This is not strong, she knows. But to keep going for the sake of her cause… That's what makes her strong.
All coherent thoughts fly out of her head as the black dots turn into a dark blanket and she collapses into a ball on the floor, so frail she could break any moment.
Well somehow I managed to make another prompt angsty... I just can't steer away! I hope you all like this, thank you for the support in previous chapters.
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