I step on the scale. The numbers start counting up. Just as the scale shows me 326 pounds, it breaks beneath me. I try to rush to my full body mirror, but it feels as if I am being pulled back as I move in a walking speed. When I finally reach my mirror, I look at myself in it. My whole body isn't even reflecting back at me. I am too fat.
I wake up crying and shaking. Brandon, still half asleep, wraps his arms around me tightly and kisses my forehead." What's wrong?" he asks with a raspy voice.
"Nothing. Just a nightmare." I whisper. His arms loosen and his breathing grows slow and heavy; he is asleep.
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Alone
Teen FictionHave you ever felt so empty? Or so emotionally hurt that it became physical? Have you ever felt comfort in tearing into yourself? Have you ever felt so alone, though surrounded by others *Being extended*
