Tuesday, 7:30am
My mother knocked and opened my bedroom door and whispered my name a few times. "Time for school.." she had said with a quiet voice. I opened my eyes to look at her, she had my bag packed in one hand and my uniform in the other. i rolled over and faced the wall that my bed was against. " C'mon, it's been weeks and you haven't left your bed. your teachers are concerned because you haven't been at school." i let out a moan and threw the covers over my face and curled up into a ball. Mother groaned and sighed. she went to grab the covers but i held them with a grip. " Get up! you have been cowered in here long enough !" she ripped the covers off me to reveal the skeleton i had become. " Have you been eating the food I've been leaving in here?" i didn't answer her. she looked at the full rubbish bag that lay beside my bed and opened it. Instantly the room began to smell of rotting food i had refused to eat. she stood in shock as i sat up and moved to the edge of my bed. my pants almost falling off, my top drooping off my shoulder. "Piss off" i said, pointing out the door. Mother opened her mouth to speak, "GET OUT" i yelled and rudely interrupted. She walked out with tears filling her eyes. I stood up, my legs shaking and my head spinning. i looked at my bony arm and pulled at my fragile paper skin. i then looked down at my stick thin legs. I walked over to the mirror against my wall, stood and stared at my reflection. i ran my hand threw my hair, clumps of it falling out. A tear trickled down my cheek as i took my now too big top off, only to see my visible bones. i started hearing voices in my head, very dangerous thoughts.
"This is a good thing, you're so thin, everyone will like you!"
"people will be jealous of the way you look now"
"you're finally pretty"
I had always been bullied for the way i had looked. The 'chubby fat girl' is what people would call me. i guess they couldn't call me that anymore. i traced my fingers down ribs to my hip bone. "bones are pretty" i thought to myself, and smiled. i threw my dressing gown over my frail body and walked to the kitchen where my father was eating breakfast. He looked at me in shock, the same expression my mother did. "you look like a ghost" he said, and proceeded to point out the bags under my eyes and how pale my skin had gotten. I looked at him, then left to go back to my room.
i picked up my uniform my mother had left on the ground and put it on slowly, admiring my thin body, smiling. "i'm coming back to school" i sent a text to my only friend, Morgan. almost instantly she replied, "i can't wait to see you!".
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