Anorexia - My Story (Fiction)

10 Days

  I went to lay down in my bed. I loved that I was home after being in a hospital. I mean well, it's been 10 days. Tonight I was going to sit and think about the best way to figure out my life.  I didn't know what to do. 

   I finally received news about my parents, Carly and Jack. My parents have been arrested and are serving jail time for 2 years, and rehab for who knows how long. My siblings are underage so they are starting off with 2 months of rehab (approved by me and my parents) and 2 years of volunteering after they finish rehab.

   Lucky me, my parents only rented this home so by the end of the year I can leave into a smaller, more manageable home for Jack, Carly and I.  Now that I'm 18 I took on the responsibly to watch them. I won't have to for long since Jack is 17 and Carly is 16. As soon as they turn 18 I won't have to mother them anymore and they could do whatever they want. When they are living with me (technically) a police officer is checking on them randomly, and every once in a while he will take tests to see for drugs and alcohol.

   Besides them, I'm still studying and working full time to manage this lifestyle. Rent is very expensive and I can barely pay them, once Carly and Jack get jobs they can help me out with that. My condition is somewhat better. I still eat as little as possible because I'm now scared of food poisoning. My mother claimed in interrogation she would poison me every once in a while when she was intoxicated so she wouldn't get caught doing drugs. She's an insane woman.

   The doctor diagnosed me with anxiety, anorexia nervosa, and uncontrollable migraines. (Not really a diagnosis but oh well.) Anxiety is 'A mental health disorder characterized by feelings of worry, anxiety, or fear that are strong enough to interfere with one's daily activities.' Also, anorexia nervosa is 'An eating disorder causing people to obsess about weight and what they eat.' I don't understand how I have that. I'm just scared about food poisoning. I don't care about my weight at all. Finally, a migraine is 'A headache of varying intensity, often accompanied by nausea and sensitivity to light and sound.'

  The doctors say my anorexia isn't bad so I only have to weigh in every two weeks. They truly don't understand what they have done to me mentally. Every food I look at is disgusting to me and the thought of eating and drinking makes me sick. It's a chore to eat and I hate it. I can't wait till I won't have to do check-ups and I could just do what I want.

My first check in is in four days. I weighed myself earlier and I weigh 95 lbs and my height is 5'6, I used to be 110 lbs when I was my heaviest. So that means I lost 15 pounds in 10 days. I'm pretty proud of myself actually.

I turned on my side and stared at the clock on my nightstand. 10:30. I really must get to bed, I have classes in the morning I can't miss.

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Authors note:
This technically isn't a real chapter (but it is) since I'm just explaining everything that is going on in her head. It's also a lot of background information.  I know it's pretty short but I didn't want to bore you with just lots of thoughts. 

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