Love, Anorexia Book Two

Chapter Two

The doctors were reluctant to let Emma go home, but her mom convinced them it would do her more damage to leave her in the hospital. So they got together all the necessary paperwork and handed it over.

"If she shows any signs of relapse, any at all, you call us, all right?" The head nurse explained to Emma's mom.

She said it like there was a chance Emma wouldn't relapse, and that she'd be alright, but since the doctors hadn't put her through any therapy, none whatsoever, of course Emma was going to get worse. I was the only comfort she had.

"Alright you two are free to go. Have a nice day." The overly polite (and fat) nurse said to Emma and her mother on their way out.

"Look at her." I hissed in Emma's ear, pointing at the nurse. "You look like five of her smooshed together. Get it together. Come on."

Emma stared at her with a look of disgust and determination, then walked out of the hospital with her head held high. Yes, she was gonna do it. Emma was going to get skinny.

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"Emma, dinner time!" Her mom called up the stairs.

Emma was currently in her room desperately trying to burn off all the calories the hospital had forced her to eat. Her head was pounding like no other and her stomach was being twisted in knots.

"Emma?!" Her mother called again.

"Coming!" She answered and quickly finished the last rep of sit ups.

On her way down to the dinning room she thought of excuses of why she couldn't eat dinner. By the time she reached the dinning room, emma had come up with at least five different reasons.

"I'm not feeling good. My stomach hurts. I don't think I'm gonna eat dinner tonight. Must've been the hospital food."

"Oh no you don't, Missy. You're not leaving this table until you've eaten everything on your plate."

"Everything?" Emma whined pathetically.

"Everything." Her mom said with grim determination.

"But I don't feel good!" Emma tried again, but her mother wouldn't have it.

The only thing left to do was eat it all. With every bite she felt the calories sinking into her flesh, like little bugs, each one poisoning her just a little bit more, until finally she would keel over dead. But no, that didn't happen. She wasn't that lucky.

Finally, Emma finished and rushed to the bathroom. Time to meet our old friend Mia.

"Shove your fingers down your throat." Mia whispered. "Don't stop until you see blood."

"Sshh, you don't want your parents to hear, do you?"

"Farther, stick them down your throat farther."

"Two fingers works better than one, you know."

"Don't stop yet, surely there's more left."

And there was. Emma puked and puked until it came up red.

"Good job." I congratulated her. "You'll be like me soon."

Emma looked at me with envy and lust. Her eyes went from my face, to my collarbones, to my ribs, all the way down to my hip bones and thighs, finally stopping at my feet. She spun around and marched back up to her room, a newfound determination in her steps.

As I always say:
Thin thin thin thin thin
Be thin, very thin
Now stay thin
Be thinner, thinner
Always thinner
You're not thin enough
Thin thin thin
Always thin

Love,
Ana