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Anorexia: Another's View. Part 2
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 Created on 1-22-08
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My friend isn't at school today, she hardly ever is. Her family never calls me anymore to tell me how she is. Every day I worry over her. Last I saw her, the red hair that clung barely to her head was thin and rough, will small gray hairs poking out from under the crimson blanket. Her skin pallor, with the many freckles that have lightened their color over the past year. Her limbs were thin, like twigs hanging from a tree.
The bell rings, and I rush to my locker, leaning in to grab my pack so that I can rush home to see if my friend has left me any messages. I hope to hear from her. I worry so much because she thinks that she is so fat, yet every day she is wasting away more and more and more. No one talks to her, except behind her back to show their feelings against one with a disease that is unimaginable. She wears loose clothing, two sizes too big, because she thinks that is what she is.
When I arrive at my home, my mother's face is streaming with tears. Immediately, I think my friend is in the hospital. But the reality is worse. She is dead.
I cry all night, for my friend. What could I have done? What did I do wrong? WHY didn't I help her? I ask myself all of these, to no avail. I scream and yell. My things are scattered as I show my sorrow, my anger. Why? Why did she kill herself? But my answer comes to me not. And I am left to wallow in my own tears and sadness.
My friend is dead. Anorexia.
*this is a work of fiction*
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Please Login to post comments| On January 23rd 2008 katelyncares Said : | |
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thats sad. |
| On January 22nd 2008 taraluvsbama06 Said : | |
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wow |
