Marias pov
My throat hurt as I opened my eyes from my dizzy spell. As always I had managed to get myself locked up in a rehabilitation center for troubled teens. This was my 4th mental hospital in 2 years. This reputation had earned me the title " FUBC" with the staff of the supposed place I'd recover. F, meaning Fucked. U meaning Up. B, beyond and C, control. Fucked up beyond control, was what I had turned myself into. A mere name for the mentaly disabled.
Being the idiot that I am, my malnutrition started at 13, when my Mom told me I had to be skinny if I wanted to work for her. Of course, wanting the approval of my also FUBC parents, I starved my already thin self. Landing myself in West Shore Community Hospital within 5 months of anorexia. See then my Mom changed her mind and said I was embarassing her and that the press would be all over this, while my Dad just shook his head shamefully and left.
Next 2 years I was in and out of childrens and teens rehab centers. After the 3rd one, I didn't care that much. I was a hopeless case, my love for making my stomach cave in and my hair fall out, had taken over and now had full control.
The paparazzi ate it up like a buffet. My horrid life was entertainment for the population of Britain, and much of America. My parents did not find that amusing at all, they didn't give a rats ass about my health, just as long as we still had that 'perfect family' appearance. Which was somewhat hard to maintain when the two CEO's were on the brink of a divorce and putting me into adoption.
And Voila! You have my coping mechanism, starvation!
Distract yourself with the growling of your stomach and you'll be on your way to success kiddo! At least that was my motto.
Like I said, I'm a hopeless case, utterly addicted to making myself skinnier and skinnier. Wait no, scratch that, I'm not addicted to the perfection of my body, no I'm addicted to the feeling of it slowly dissipating. Maybe I thought if I never ate, I'd slowly die or maybe I just wanted a distraction from the constant arguments of my stubborn parents. Either way, I was stuck on something that was slowly killing me.
By the time I made it to this place, I was 72 pounds, and dropping. Not to mention my throat always burned and I was slowly becoming bald, as well as my finger nails falling off every once in a while. Needless to say, I knew I was a FUBC, I just couldn't do a damn thing about it.
This place only made it worse. All I wanted in life was to skip a few days of nutrition, but no. Instead I'm force fed. That's the funny thing about all this, although I'm already murdering myself by not touching food for days on end, I'd still rather kill myself now than eat.
In other words, I'd die to be skinny.
May, my room mate stormed into the room after slamming the door shut so hard that it made my ear drums ring.
"That fucking ass hole did it again!" She screamed, smashing the lamp she had on her nightstand.
'Fuck' I thought as I stood from my comfy bed and ran to block the door, considering the guards would be here any second to check on us.
"I know May, I know trust me. But we can't control dickwad shoving food down our throats. That's kind of what he's here for."
"I hate this gloomy, sad, dark, ugly, biased fucking hell hole. No wonder nobody recovers when they're admitted here. Not a single one of these ass twats know what they're doing. " She hissed, pacing anxiously around the room while yanking on her beautiful hair.
She scoffed. "Fuck that." The blonde, almost healthy girl, began stuffing her belongings in her duffel bag. "I'm leaving. I'd love it if I had some damn company, but you don't have to come."
I gave a quick burst of laughter before sprinting towards my own stuff and packing. She grinned at me. "What? Like you said...fuck that."
Halfway through the fullfilment of our bags, she stopped and flopped down on her blue comforter with a sigh.
"No time to contimplate, hustle!" I hissed
"Wait...Maria, how the hell are we gonna get out?"
I rolled my eyes as she nervously ran her fingers through her thick curls. "Leave that to me, just hurry up."
I had been thinking about escaping for more than half the time I'd been here, I just didn't have the guts to do it. However, now that I had a partner in crime, I was ready to disturb the peace and go back to my old, unhealthy ways.
I noticed her zipping up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, seconds later I copied her actions and walked over to the window.
"They're not that stupid! They obviously locked th-" She started ranting, just as it swung open.
"Care to question me again?"
She shook her head.
"Didn't think so."
It was quite convenient for us to be on the first floor of the 20 story building, they probably should've thought that one through. Climbing through the small opening, I helped May out and began to drag her through the bushes we had been staring at for months now.
When we finally broke through the shrubbery, we found ourselves right next to a highway.
"Perfecto" I said rolling my r and jogging to the busy streets and holding up my thumb.
We climbed into the back seat of a soccer moms van and like that we were free. Finally able to kill our selves as slowly, or as quickly as we pleased
5 years later
Of course, that night the radio had announced two escaped mental patients, describing the two of us. The Mom frantically drove us back to the torture facillaty, where May stayed for another year and I stayed for 2 more, until we had recovered.
Now, a successful, healthy, model for Mistress Magazine, I tried to forget the last 7 years of my life. However, my longterm fitness won't last for long as a game has begun in the house of us 12 models. A game of brutal workouts and pure starvation. Let's just say that the summer catalog is survival of the fittest, and by that I mean survival of the thinnest. Thus a game we call ' The Tiny Games' came to be.
The game itself is quite simple actually, whoever loses the most amount of wait by the time the summer catalog rolls around, immediately gets the cover as well as the centerfold. With one rule, no pills to help the weight loss.
The difficulty for me however, had never been higher than this. Struggling with my addiction, while keeping my job was going to be the most horrid task I ever took.
Once Essinance walked into our shared pent house, she flopped down on her bed and burried her face in the pillows. "You goin on a date tomorrow?" She muttered into her comforter.
"Not exactly. Stephen's coming over. How bout Danny?" I replied, scrolling through my tumblr.
"Can you take me over there in the morning?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
We made our plans for the week before we both passed out. During which, I dreamt of seeing my rib bones and grinning at a thigh gap an inch wide.
