𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝝠𝗧𝗛𝗪𝝠𝗬𝗦-𝗠𝝠𝗭𝗘 𝝝𝗙 𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 ➳ TMR

Chapter 14- Again?

A/N: It's 1am so do not expect the best of this chapter ly<3
TW: purging

WARNING: Diana's thoughts are yet again not good and definitely not healthy, this is to track awareness to eds and srsly not to be part of a love story or 'Damsel in Distress'. I'm always here if you need to talk.
This is a decision you have to make but if you need help/support/someone to talk to you can always come to me. Nobody judges! And if they do I will wish them to sleep with their eyes opened.

Enough about that, enjoy!

Closing my eyes and letting my consciousness slip was the worst choice I've made today.

I woke up not anymore on the grass, I don't think I'm even in the Glade anymore.

My surroundings were different, I knew them I was in... my... my old hut in the Spring, where I used to live with...

"DEE, LOOK LOOK LOOK!" A girl of the age of 12 came storming into the hut.

Was it real?

She jumped right in front of me beaming with happiness.

Was it really her?

A stutter of my voice came out, I needed to know. I was desperate for her hugs, for her laugh. "...Anne? Anne- is that you?"

"Yes it's me! Dee, you okay? Look I just made a flower crown out of frostbite flowers, Sonya said I did a good job!" She proudly held her flower crown up. "But you were already off searching me after the two of you came back from Mapping, Sonya told me, why can't I join you? I'm a really good Mapper!" Anne jumped up and down like always when she wanted something.

"It looks beautiful, Annie... It's really you?"

"Of course it's me! Why wouldn't it be me," she paused before inhaling air. "Or am I taken over by a Shade? What if I'm a spy and I don't even know? No, don't let me near anyone anymore!" She panics looking around in the small hut for an answer that only existed in the room.

I hear me laugh like I haven't laughed in a long time.

"This is serious, Dee. I could be out to kill you!" She threw her hands up in the air.

"Better sleep with my eyes opened then. Come on Nov is probably already looking for you."

"Novalie said I was done for the rest of the day because I did amazing with cleaning already!" Her fear flew fast back to a proud self.

"Wow, you-... Anne what's- what's wrong?" Her eyes went from happy to lifeless and back again.

The cute little chubby face flashed into the bloody pale one I once held in my hands.

I took a step back and another until I bumped into the wall. But when I turned around it wasn't a wall; it was someone.

Anne.

How did she do that?

"This is no time for jokes, Anne. Stop it!"

"Diana," the voice was different, I've heard it before. She pulled me down. "Tsk tsk tsk, eating again?"

"What are you talking about, I'm not-" I look down to my hand and I was grasping on a granola bar I wasn't- How?

When I look back up I jump back it's not more Anne who's in front of me neither am I in my old hut, it's this Mr. Anderson from my dream last night.

"Come on, you know what to do..." he let himself slip beside me, so I can see what he was covering with his body frame before.

A toilet.

"I can hold your hair, Ms. Janson. If that encourages you anymore." He pushed me closer to the toilet.

"What-?" It wasn't that I didn't know what he was talking about, it was more that I knew what was about to happen.

"We need you on a normal weight or it will get a little... how do I say this? Cranky? Well, a lot harder for you."

He gave me another nudge to the toilet bowl. Normal? Is my weight no normal?

"You know what comes if you don't do it."

But... if it does help...

With a deep breath, I kneeled down and lifted the toilet lid.

The familiar, bitter taste of bile already coated my throat as I bent over.

My fingers, cold and shaking, found their way to the back of my mouth.

I hesitated for a moment, my mind screaming at me to stop, but the overwhelming guilt and need for less in my stomach pushed me forward.

As my fingers touched the back of my throat, I gagged violently. Tears sprang to my eyes, and my body convulsed.

"Good." I could hear Mr. Anderson smirk and walk away.

I felt my stomach churn, and a wave of nausea crashed over me. With another shove, I forced myself to retch.

The sour, acidic burn of vomit surged up my throat, spilling into the toilet. My body shuddered with each heave, muscles clenching in protest. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the tears stream down my face, mixing with sweat.

The bitter taste lingered in my mouth, making me gag again. I kept going until my stomach was empty, emptier then ever before, almost like a black hole sucking the nothingness too.

My breaths ragged and my throat raw. I collapse on the cold tile floor, exhausted and shaking.

The relief was fleeting, it got quickly replaced by shame.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, staring blankly at the toilet.

I felt hollow. Hollower then ever.

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A sharp, cold sensation hit my face.

My eyes snapped open, the past world shattering instantly.

I gasped, coughing out water.

My heart raced as I wiped the water from my eyes, blinking away the remnants of guilt. Though it never left.

Why was I feeling guilty?

"Did we really need to sacrifice a half cup of my water for the princess to wake up?"

I continued to choke on the water, lovely awakening. But I'd rather be here than in the middle of what I did in my... dream?

"Are you okay?" I could hear Thomas ask.

"Just dy-," another cough not making it possible for me to get the sentence out.

Suddenly someone pulled me up into a sitting position and hitting my back, the bit of water stuck in my throat finally coming out.

"Okay, Minho, you can let go of Diana, I think she can handle herself now and tell me; what the shuck happened in the Maze?"

A/N: BUM BUM BUUUUUMMM. Were you expecting another weird, well weirder dream than before? Probably not or you must be psychic.

I hope this wasn't triggering in any way, if you need to talk I'm always here.

Anyway hope you liked it <3

As always, stay safe <3
X Liz