May you please help me? I seem to be at a standstill.
No?
That's ok.
I did this to myself.
That means I can fix myself. Without help.
I reach up to touch the ragged cloth that binds my eyes shut. I didn't ever want to put it on. I got told to, so I had to. Others ended up tightening it to the point of where I could never take it off again. I didn't need these eyes anymore. For what purpose would I ever need to use such warped vision?
Next, I touch my rigid mouth. So many stitches. Dried blood still surrounds the hundreds of little punctures lined around my dry lips. I remember when I first sewed my mouth shut. Someone told me to. So, I took the threaded needle, and I stabbed over and over. I didn't need my mouth anymore. For what purpose did I need a pathetic voice that no one hears?
No one ever noticed these things. I mean, why would they?
They didn't care.
I briskly walk down the hallway that never ends. I feel everything spinning. What's happening to me?
My hearing fades.
Limbs grow weak.
I fall.
I faint.
"We don't understand. Her weight is normal. She can't have an eating disorder."
Hah, they're right.
