She is very shy. She absolutely hates it when people stare at her. This is where I come in. She wraps around my waist very tightly and we go about our day. She doesn't eat. And when she doesn't eat then I don't eat. She needs food but she won't admit it.
She says, "Please don't leave me! Please just sit here instead of getting food."
I try to feed her but she won't eat. She says that she doesn't want to become fat. I told her millions to times that she won't be fat. And that she never was. But she doesn't believe me.
She tells me that I'm becoming thinner. She seemed pleased with herself. As the days went on, she hugs tighter. It hurts sometimes. She tells me how everyone is jealous of how thin I am.
Many people ask me about my secret to being thin.
I tell them,"When you have a friend named Anorexia, then you can't help but get thinner."
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'Til Death
Short Story'Til death do us apart. 'Til death is my only option. 'Til death becomes my only friend.
