Fading Faster.

Prologue

I let my lungs free as I collapsed onto my queen sized bed. I felt my heart beat faster, fading into a slower beat as my lungs caught up. I laid down. Looking up. My plain black ceiling being the only thing I grew to love. Ever since I was 3. I loved that ceiling. I could look at it forever without it growing old.

"Eden, we have your checkup today" My mother yelled. I could hear the rasp in her voice as she spoke loudly. My mom was a single mother. I have never met my dad. He left as soon as my mom was pregnant. He's probably glad he left, considering how fucked up I am.

When I was young I refused to eat. The only thing I would ever eat was grapes. I then was diagnosed with anorexia, a while after that I noticed I always got this weird sensation where I couldn't swallow, breathe, or move. I felt as if I were going to die, and nothing could save me.

I was diagnosed with anxiety and informed I had extreme panic attacks. I'm 100 pounds and 18 years old. My face is small and my body is petite. But most of all, my mind is fading. It's always fading faster by the minute. Kind of like the clouds. They pass and fade away. If you think or look a certain way they fade faster.

Guess I'm just like the clouds.