She glares at the mirror, cursing at the fat pig screaming back at her. Her skin is blotchy, her fat hanging over her underwear, threatening to tear the elastic straight from the stretching fabric. Cursing once more, she throws a hair brush at the silver screen, shattering the metal and glass with a sharp crash.
Screaming, she grabs her black pillow and yells into it, hearing a soft knock at her door. It is her mother, caring and wanting to help, but too unsure to do anything. She screams at her mother, telling her to go away, that she is fine, nothing happened.
She throws the pillow hard against the wall, knocking off a swim trophy from years ago, a tiny remembrance of her life before the disease caught her mind in a whirlpool of agony. Running to the restroom, she grips the sink and turns on the water, letting the cool liquid graze her lips before thrusting her body upon the toilet, gagging herself. She purges until she is pale, until her throat hoarse and agonized with pain, screaming for water. She denies her plea, flushing the yellow liquid of stomach acid and a small amount of food from the porcelain bowl.
She looks in the un-shatttered bathroom mirror, a slim figure blazing into her mind. The figure has red hair, thin and rough. Her skin is pale, her eyes are so dark. As soon as the figure comes however, it disappears and the anorexia sets in again, capturing the young girls mind in its deathly grip.
She can not take this agony anymore. She is too fat, too pale and blotchy. She thinks no one loves her, no one cares for the fat girl with nothing, not even a father. And with that:
She kills someone.
*this is not my life*
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Created on 1-21-08
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Story Rating G
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