So the earlier chapter was supposed to be the ending, but I wanted to make more, so now I present chapter 2. The relapse will have more mental pain, than physical. I tried to portray the disease as best I could. I'm having my own experiences with Ana, and anorexia (Sadly), and it's still not gone yet, so this is a way of writing my feelings.
Soul looked at the vomit in the toilet, and cringed.
"I'm relapsing, I knew it, it would happen." Soul soon saw a figure in the single window of the bathroom. She waved.
"Miss me?" She shot a smile at Soul. He just waved.
"Hey Ana." She floated through the wall as if she were a ghost, Soul knew her; she was his only friend: Anorexia.
"I see they made you fat again." Soul nodded.
"They did." Ana walked over to Soul, and put an arm around him
"I'll help you, we'll do this together." Soul smiled at her, and then remembered last year.
"We'll do it together."
"Yeah." And at that Ana disappeared. Soul was alone again. He stared out the window, and cried again. Soon silence as Soul lay on the floor. Asleep. Maka Saw Soul asleep in the morning, and she looked at his arm, it had scars from the rubbing, and scratching. She shook Soul awake.
"Soul, wake up, now. We'll be late." Soul stood and rubbed his eyes.
"Why was I on the floor?" then Soul remembered the night, and what Ana had said. "I'll help you, we'll do this together." He smiled then got up, and ate breakfast with Maka. Brushed his teeth, and went to school. He had collected some eggs in the six months he was back. Stein looked at Soul everyday when he walked in to check if anything looked out of order with Soul. Mira would also check on Soul every few weeks, but as of last week they were convinced Soul was cured completely.
"Soul, did you hear? I collected an egg."
"Really, cuz I collected 22." Blackstar looked away.
"Oh, um…have fun with those 22." Soul went and sat down next to Maka. The door flew open, and Stein rolled in.
"Hello, today will be normal."
"So, no dissection?" Stein looked to Maka's direction.
"I said normal."
"Damn it." Soul had a notebook on the desk, and was scribbling things in it:
Goal: 90 pounds
Amount of Cals I will eat to achieve that: 350. He then scribbled ideal shapes of body parts. Soon came lunch, and Soul made a stop to the bathroom.
"Hey Soul, how'd your first day back go so far?" Soul shrugged.
"It was fine, ups and down," She smiled again. "Wait, what're you doing in the boys bathroom."
"I'm your mind, I follow you, and no one else can see me."
"Wait, so people think I'm talking to myself." She laughed.
"Pretty much." Then she disappeared. Soul sighed, and locked the stall door. He made sure no one was around and vomited his breakfast.
"Why did I start this? Why do I care?," He shook his head. "I made the last six months hell for Maka, and I'm to blame for her worries." Soul stood up, and washed the putrid taste from his mouth. He walked to find the others. Maka saw him, and she waved.
"Soul, over here. We saved a seat." He ran over to them, and sat.
"Soul, aren't you gonna eat something." Soul's heart raced.
"Uh, sure. Later." Maka looked him in the eyes.
"Soul, listen, just don't lead yourself down the path you once were at." Soul thought: "Too late Maka, too late. I've gone down it again, and I'll hide it from you as long as I can." The bell rang for class again. Soul was happy he didn't have to eat anything, so he smiled. Maka looked away in disgust as Stein kept dissecting the poor animal, and he slowly let the blood flow. Soul wondered what would happen if he let his own blood flow, will it take the pain away, or will it just cause more, and so when school was out, and he went home. Soul stuck a blade into his skin, and cut a mark.