Broken

Chapter 2

Broken-chapter 2

After I've already taken quite a few pills Frankie came in and I threw the container under the pillow. I picked up my phone and acted like I was playing on it the whole time. He asked me what I was doing up here and I told him just playing on my phone.

"Dinners ready, come eat," Frankie said

"ok ill be down in a second," i responded

He left my room and those 2 words bounced around my head. Loose weight. I took it into consideration and decided I wouldn't eat for a while, atleast until I lost a

lot of weight.

When I got downstairs I pretended like I was eating but I really wasn't. I just secretly threw all of it away. Luckily, Frankie didn't notice I wasn't eating. It was hard because I was starving but if I wanted to be skinny it's what I had to do. I had no other choice but to starve myself.

I walked upstairs and looked at myself in the mirror, still hating what I saw. I tried to see something beautiful. It was impossible. All I saw was an ugly, fat, attention whore who nobody liked. Who everybody called nasty names. Who wanted nothing but to be appreciated. After a while, I couldn't take looking at myself anymore I was hideous. Suddenly, all those horrible words ran through my head. Ugly, fat, obese, rude, conceited, nasty, horrible. I couldn't take it anymore I was so frustrated. I screamed out all my frustration and punched the mirror, breaking it, so I wouldn't have to look at myself anymore. The glass shattered all over the floor, just like my heart was shattered. Shattered into little pieces.

I ran over to my bed and buried my face in the pillow, crying and screaming everything out. I took out the pills and started to take more since I didn't get to take enough to kill me the first time. After a while I started to feel a little dizzy.

"its working!" I thought to myself drowsily.

A little while later, I had to throw up because I've taken so many pills. I got up and could barely stand but managed to make my way to the bathroom. When I was done getting sick, I went back to my room and took more pills. After finishing about a half of the container, everything went black. I was out, finally. Finally I didn't have to hear all those nasty words. Finally I was done with my suffering. Finally I was dead. Finally.