Engulfing darkness. The faint hum of a heart monitor. A sickening feeling of normality in the pitiful burden I call my life.
Forcing myself back to consciousness my senses come back to me more clearly. The monitor is slow,a sheet of horrid hospital blanket is draped over me, and the final feeling returns. Pain. A nauseating wave of pain bites at every part of my body. My head pounds to the beat of the monitor beside me. An agonising stab to the stomach forces me out of my subconscious into the real world.
With a sharp inhale, and a haste moment of adjusting my eyes go the harsh hospital lighting, I throw my head sideways to purge my already food deprived stomach.
I was thrown into a simplistic room as always; bed, drawers, machines, clock, and the infamous and most signature hospital 'house' plant.
Glancing at the clock, I find use in my 12 years of math classes. Who says you don't use math in real life?
3 days. 7 hours. 12 minutes. I shrug internally, I've done better.
"Miss Blake, back again I see." Familiar words, familiar environments, familiar people. "I want to talk to you about your... condition"
"My condition?" I ask innocently, even forcing a childish smirk.
"Your eating disorder." He replies calmly.
"Ah, that."
"Do you understand what you're doing to yourself?" He questions with the same tone as before.
"Of course, I'm participating in a slow and painful suicide"
"And you don't seem bothered by that." He speaks with concern. Adjusting his white coat nervously as he waits for a reply.
"That's the thing," I laugh lightly shaking my head at his poor confused face. "With death comes release, weightlessness and closure. All the things I've ever wanted."
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The Girl Who Stopped Eating | Wattys 2016
Novela Juvenil*Short story about the real affects of Anorexia Nervosa* -triggering- Story follows Avia Blake through a battle with Anorexia Nervosa. She finds herself stuck in the never-loosening grip of an eating disorder and struggles to break free
