Sophie - 15 years old
Sophie found herself limping to the bathroom in the middle of the night, ready to upchuck the last of her supper. If she could just get the last three pounds off from the peanut butter sandwich her Uncle Don had made her eat, she could finally go back to sleep. She looked at her arms, they were still chubby up by her shoulders.
She remembered the night so clearly, when she'd thrown the pills out and vowed to Taylor she was gonna fight her eating disorder. She knew, in the back of her mind that the bones in her arms were starting to show, and that there really was no reason to try and upchuck, but she ignored her logic, thinking perhaps she was trying to conjure up an excuse not to try and lose those last three pounds.
Like every time she purged, she started by stepping on the scale to weigh herself. "145 lbs." She muttered to herself. Her goal was to be at 140 lbs. She had used Donnie's computer and looked up the average for a fifteen year olds weight. All she could find was of an average sixteen year old human, which was between 114 - 168 lbs. She knew she couldn't get to a hundred fourteen without her uncles and father noticing. Plus, she knew her shell was about 15 lbs. of the weight, she couldn't lose that.
It was never a choice anymore, to binge. She would often go three to four days without eating, and finally be so desperate, she had to eat, but of course that just started the whole cycle over again. Ever since the guys had found out, they acted really gentle around her. She hated it. At first, she had done this whole thing to forget about her grief over Splinter's death, but now found it as a comfort, a nonstop obsession to keep something about her life, anything, in her total control.
Besides isolating herself from her uncles and father, April and Casey had stopped letting her babysit Jasmine. It broke her heart, because she really loved Jasmine, and now had lost everything she loved. They now treated her like she had some kind of contagious disease, which she could give their daughter. When this happened two months ago, her eating became strictly about control and routine. She'd get up in the morning, get a glass of water, go back to her room, and try to do ninja training, if she could. Most days however, she just lied in her bed, in a fetal position, trying to ignore the pain in her stomach, crying and playing loud music so the others wouldn't hear.
Now, she leaned by the toilet as she started to think about disgusting things. The rats that crawled around the sewers and of the vile, disgusting sewage that flowed outside the door of the lair. She thought about the pain of her grandfather's death, and the looks she imagined her uncles harbored about what she did to herself. It was all her fault, she knew. Then, putting her finger in her mouth, down to her uvula, she coughed for a minute, before the routine roll of her stomach alerted her to the upcoming flow.
After the purging, she leaned back against the opposite wall. When this all started, she had enjoyed the feeling right after a purge. It was a sense of relief, an accomplishment. Now, it just reminded her of the next three to four days to come, the guilt, the starvation, and the lies she knew she'd have to tell. Feeling her eyes well up with tears, she didn't even bother to wipe them away. Her mind drifted to Taylor, she knew he was scared for her, but simply didn't know how to help her. Her purple clad uncle, on the other hand knew what to do, just didn't know how to do it.
Hearing a knock at the door, she stood up quickly, a passing feeling of dizziness reminding her, once again of what she'd just done. Slowly opening the door, she quickly exited before anyone could ask any questions. She hadn't even noticed who stood at the door when she opened it, being so quick to retreat back into her room. She did know, however, that whoever it was would come back.
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