A 11 year old girl awaits her 12th birthday...
August 14 1993 11:59
1.2.3 1.2.3 those numbers stuck out in Steller's head. Over and over like a theme to a beat 1.2.3 she repeats.
1.2- 12:00 the clock on her bedside rang like a cherry song one might hear in their car...
12 year old Stellar heads down to await her family as if she were royalty. Her dad, always being away, was at work with the "boss". Stellar was not sure if dad knew but she was aware of why he got such a sudden raise and it's more than "hard work". Mom was a "recovering" alcoholic. "Here" her mom threw a plate of burnt pancakes. "My god I have the worst hangover..Get ready for school your walking today". With that the mom passed out on the floor. It was a good thing for Stellar. She never ate all she worried about was being skinny. It was her pride to be all she felt worthy of being. Skinny. She said it to herself over and over again while admiring her 5 days of fasting in the bathroom.She stared mercilessly at her reflection, well aware of what she was doing to herself.