this is a short story
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She put down her pen and she put her binder away. She had finished homework. it took her 3.5 hours just to do homework. why am I so fucking dumb? she thought.
the clock said 12:30AM. it was perfect. it was her time for her nightly check Up. she locks the door and turns her tv up, so nobody can here her.
she then strips down naked. she does it with her eyes close.
"there" she says
she's naked. but her eyes are closed. she doesn't want to look.
she finally builds up confidence to look. she first looks at her arms. she sees red dry-blood cuts. she looks on her legs and scars run all the way up. her stomach has scratches covering it, you can hardly see her real sling color, because it's all scared.
then she looks at her stomach again.
"why" she says to herself
"it's been 4 days and I have eaten anything but gum and water, why isn't this working?"
she gets a scale.
106LBS
why. I lost 3LBS. that's all. how the fuck an I supposed to loose 16 more LBS? tis is fucking impossible.
she looks at her face. she looks at the few zits on her nose. 4 to be exact.
"why. I use proactive every morning and every night. why isn't this working!"
she looks at her eyes
"there so fucking apart and there brown! no body wants that" she muttered to her self barely getting it out.
she could see flaw after flaw. when would this end?
after suffering all day, she finally wants to feel happy. she gets her razor (which she got from her pencil sharpener) and she heads for her arms.
10minutes past.
you would have tought it was ua crime scene.
she felt kinda better. kinda.
she went to clean her self in the shower. she cried for minutes and got out.
she got dressed and cried for 20minutes and went to sleep. and there were no monsters under her bet that night. she realized The monsters were inside her.
