his precious Queen

20

---- Melody's POV. ----

Night time is A Haze of Forgotten Memories, merging to the front of my mind.

Ones I wished I could Forget. To not remember at all, and yet. I find myself Clutching the Silk sheets beneath my Fingers. Tears streaming down my Face, as the darkness around my consumes me.

The moon light like usual Guides me to a sense of Realisation. One that I'm no longer stuck in the dream world, and yet. Somehow, my mind Believes I'm back, back in the house I once called home.

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"You need to be Skinnier." My Father flicked his Hand down my Figure, His other hand Holding onto the Scotch. "With Emily now gone. You'll be the face of the family. I can't have you humiliating my good name." His face eyes, Glimmered with something I could only Distingush as self Hatred.

Why can't they just love me?

I twirl my two point fingers together, my head lowered to the ground as I stare at my bare feet.

The fire place Crackles beneath the brickets. And I feel like, for the second time tonight. I need to throw up. Again, but my stomach is already empty.

"But... I already lost some Weight." I mumbled. Chewing the inside of my cheek, until Iron greets My Taste buds.

"Not enough. I'm lucky mark is even Dating you. No other Suitor would even consider the likes of you." My father Scoffed. "I'm even considering if your my daughter. Maybe your mother was whoring around and had you by accident."

Tears Brimmed my Eyes, blurring My father's Figure. The sound of my mothers Humms Lulls into my ears As She turns the Vaccum on. She already Did the kitchen, twice. She doesn't need to do it again, and yet she does.

"I -." My Fathers Glass, now empty Flies into the Fire place, shardes of glass Scatter everywhere.

"Get out of my Fucking sight." He roars.

I couldn't help But whimper, as my Shoulders Shrink, and I tuck my neck into my chest. My feet, Slap against the ground as shoot Out of the living room, to the Carpeted hall, and up the Stairs.

My room door, laid open a crack. And when I close the door, my back rests against the wood. My body needing the support. Only then do I realise.

I couldn't hold my tears any longer. Couldn't hold back the sobs of defeat as I hold onto my hair.

Why wasn't I beautiful?

The books, stattered to the left of my Bed. Wouldn't even bring me comfort. Not right now, the only thing that could bring me comfort was a smaller Dress size and the appetite of Nothing.

"Eating is a privlage, not a right." I mumbled, marks Words from earlier.

I envied the girl I was before. So happy and carefree.