The next week for Constance is amazing. She goes out, sees her friend.
Now keep in mind that she is starving herself at this point. She has eaten only three full meals in three days. She is getting thinner, she can see it, she is happy.
Now that it has been a few days her family notices that she is not eating nearly as much. So as she sits at the table, wishing she wasn't. Her mom says “Why are you not eating?” Constance freezes.
Her stomach slowly starts to sink. “I am.” She reply's so simply as if hey where having just an ordinary every day conversation. Constance eats her potatoes and greens, Has half of a small steak and ecxuses herself to her room. “Why did I do that?” She says out loud “The woman is trying to make me fat again.” Constance looks in the mirror and sucks in her stomach. “This is what I will look like if I keep follwing my one meal a day diet.”
Constance goes back downstairs finnishes her water, and starts the dishes. All she wants to do is go upstairs to cut her skin.
Constance finishes with the dishes and runs upstairs smiling at her dad. The door slams shut and she makes her bed. Sits down and clenches the sciccors. Breathing calmly and slowly, she cuts. But less deep than usual. Little scars littering her knuckles and wrist.
She lays back on her bed and breathes. “These don't even hurt.” Constance whispers.
She lets her small scars sit to dry and then she kisses her parents goodnight, and goes to bed.
