I didn't know much about being bulimic, but I knew I was hooked the moment I started. Every night, before I would take my shower, I would turn on the shower and the sink to muffled the strangles I let out. It was like coming off a high when I was done and got in the shower.
The weeks went by and I decided I didn't need food. Food was for people who were selfish and had no will power.
I felt like apart of me was deteriorating. And one night I will never forget happened. I was alone at my house, hovered over the toilet with my hair pulled in a ponytail. I had finished my session and went to rinse my face out in the sink. I looked into the mirror and noticed I wasn't alone. There was a pale figure with long black hair covering most of her face behind me. I gasped, but I didn't feel threatened. She cocked her head and continued to look at me through her blood shot eyes.
"Who are you," I whispered, not sure I really wanted to know. She responded by putting one pale hand on my shoulder and turning me around to face her. She was a scary beautiful. She wore a tattered black dress with blood stains all over it and she was barefoot. I looked at her with my eyes wide opened. She touched my cheek-her hand was cold and it felt good on my flushed face.
She pushed her hair behind her face and to my surprise she looked like a dead version of myself. I shot a quick glance at the mirror to compare, but she was gone. I looked back to where she was standing, but nothing was there. Had I just imagined something? Did somebody just break in my house? I didn't understand.
The sound of the front door closing made me jump. I looked in the mirror one last time and ran to greet my mom.
"Hi mom," I said, giving her a hug.
"Hi sweetie, how was you're day."
"Good, I slept in till 2," I laughed.
She looked at me inspecting. "Abigail, have you lost weight? You're cheeks are sunken in."
I touched my face and patted my high cheekbone. The skin sunk beneath in and I could feel my teeth. I HAD been loosing weight.
"Maybe, I don't know," I said innocently, secretly cheering inside.
I went up to my room and locked the door. I pulled up my shirt and looked into my mirror. Yes, it was happening. My hip bones were starting to protrude and I could count the number of ribs on my chest. I looked up at myself in the mirror smiling, that was, until, I saw a dark figure sitting on my bed-head cocked with a smile on her face. I whipped around, but, again, she wasn't there.
What was wrong with me? Was this the side effect of purging? I didn't really care. All I knew was that I was loosing weight and I liked it.
I decided I wasn't in the mood to eat dinner and ruin my figure. I snuck into the kitchen while mom's back was turned and took two of her sleeping pills. They knocked me out fast and I slept till the next morning.
I decided I might need some sugar to get me going so I ate some cereal. But, it wasn't worth ruining my figure so I rushed to the bathroom. I jerked and squirmed as the acid flowed out of my mouth; I could still taste my cereal. I ran my hands under the cold water in the sink and splashed it on my face. I grabbed the towel next to me while my face dripped into the sink.
I patted off my face and looked in the mirror. There she was, staring at me. I turned around slowly and looked at her. She smiled back at me.
"Who are you?" I asked.