Skylar
There she sat. No one noticed her, tucked away in the back of the room. But I did. Quiet as she is, her body language spoke a thousand words. Things no one would notice- like the way she let her hair cover her beautiful face, and crossed her legs no matter where she sat. She was self conscious. She was tiny, so tiny. Not naturally tiny, not just skinny, but sick. Not enough for anyone to notice but me. I notice everything about her. And sadly, sickly, I understood why.
Unheard the bell rang, and suddenly she was looking at me. I didn't even know her name so I couldn't say anything. I quickly racked my brain for excuses though I had none. She looked away and was oh-so-swiftly out the door. All day I couldn't focus on my work. All I could think about is how she looked at me. Her eyes. There was something broken about them. Something I understood. I had to know her name. I had to get to know her before it was too late. Such a beautiful girl, it was a shame she had to be like me. Suddenly, the oh-so dreaded lunch had crept up on me. I sat with my group of friends, mostly guys, and ate quietly.
"Hey, Sky, are you alright? You're really spaced." Connor asked, and I realized I was.
I quickly finished the few bites I forced down. "Totally fine, just thinking." I picked up my tray and excused myself, throwing it away. I walked to the bathroom and scanned the cafeteria looking for her. She was no where in sight. I kept on walking, and almost ran to the bathroom. I knew every bathroom in this school and which was always empty. North wing. Completely opposite of the cafeteria. I walked in and as always, it was empty. I blocked the door just in case and walked into a stall. I began the daily ritual.
"On your knees you pig!" The voice yelled at me, I followed her orders. She woke the rest of the voices, and they would not stop. The only way to stop them was to do it. So I did. I got on my knees, hovered above the toilet and shoved my fingers down my throat. I purged up everything until I was sure. Until I couldn't anymore. The bell rang, and I was up and flushing the toilet. I walked out and rinsed out my mouth. I felt dirty, The voices still hadn't stopped, but I had to ignore them. Carry on with my day. So I did. Suddenly it was the end of the day and I was driving home.
I couldn't stop thinking about her. Her. I don't even know her name. To me she's just a face. Who is she? This girl that invades my mind?
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A Girl Like Her. (LGBTQ+//TW, anorexia, self harm)
RomanceI saw her, though I don't think anyone else did. She was quiet. She had a different look in her eyes. I didn't even know her name, though I wanted to. Tiny, fragile as she was, she took on so much. She was much bigger than her jean size. xxxx She sa...
