I screamed and fell to my knees crying as I saw the number on the scale. 84 pounds. 84 fucking pounds. You disgusting bitch. I couldn't bear the guilt inside of me as I ran into my room scraping my arm against the wall. 2 nurses came into my room restraining me but I struggled to get free with the little strength I had left. I grabbed the pen digging it into my skin and dragging it across my flesh not caring who saw. The perpetual anguish had overwhelmed my broken mind. 3 more nurses had came in and tied me to the bed once again. My thoughts tortured me as I bit my flesh in disgust of myself. I was trapped in my own doubtful understandings. The nurses had raised my anxiety medications and I was numb and sick of the never ending torture of myself.
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Disordered
Short StoryThe daily struggles of an anorexic mind and how with every breathe she takes she falls deeper in the hands of her mental illness pulling her deeper into a sinking whole of her own mind.
