The Scarlet River

Part 2

My alarm woke me up, 7:30 am. I walk down the hall to get a shower, my footsteps creaking along the old wooden hall. I step into the bathroom and I disrobe. I glance at the scale, and I hesitate. Part of me knows that I want to see, just to know. The other part tells me I don't need to know, that I can tell I've lost weight, I hope. The first part is spoken to me by my "dear" friend Ana. (Ana is my anorexia, for those who don't know, and if I refer to Mia, I mean bulimia.) I step on and I watch the needle slip from 0, to 50, then to 75, and stops at about 105. I jump in the air, lightly not to wake mother. I've lost 6 pounds since my "weigh in" last week. I'm so happy right now! I jump in the shower, and my cuts begin to sting slightly. I try applying pressure, but that doesn't help. I glide away from the steaming water from the shower. The pain feels good, and slowly becomes addicting. I finish washing, being careful around my cut areas, and step out of the shower. I hate doing my hair, so I throw it up in a wet ponytail and get dressed in my tiny room. I grab my bag and wait at the end of the street for my bus, I see a golden yellow figure appear around the corner. I hate the

bus, so many mean people who I hate, but only one that I like. His name is Casper, and he lives on the street next to mine. He's absolutely adorable, with his "bieber" cut blonde hair, and his blue eyes that don't even look real, like glass that would instantly shatter if you even looked at it too long. Either way he was amazing, and made the bus ride bearable. I don't know why he even hangs out with me. I'm nothing compared to him in his physique. I'm a short, pale girl with brunette and blonde hair to my butt, with emerald green eyes and a little button nose. I sound pretty, but I'm not. I step on the bus and I look around. Everyone is laughing, my arm is exposed, and my cuts show