The voice

Six weeks later

Some swear words

Connie sat in a large hospital bed. Her slim figure didn't cover a fraction of a quarter of the size of it. She was still thin and fragile. You could see her bones clearly and how malnourished she was and yet the voice was still telling her that she was fat that she was ugly that no one loved her.  She wanted to cry and cry and let Jacob hold her and tell her that everything would be okay. She wanted to sleep on his chest chattering away until they both dived off into sleep. All these things she wanted to and be so desperately she wanted to be her old self though her illness consumed her. She was petrified what would the voice tell her next?

Jacob walked down the corridor he looked into Connie's room. She liked nothing like the lady he had fallen for two years okay. That beautiful lady had been taken from him. She was know a different person she had been taken over by mental illness which had consumed her. Made her change, into an addictive state of harming her beautiful body. He hated seeing her like this. The voice had come into her body like and spider crawling into corners. This voice had given her a mental ulcer that was always going to be there. Would she ever fully recover? Or would this crocodile always be snapping her thoughts and turning them into darkness and misery?

Jacob walked in nervous of what challenges he could face today. His blood boiled silently when he saw here every morning. He was angry that he hadn't spotted signs of this miserable illness sooner.
"Hello gorgeous" Jacob said in a affectionate tone.
"I am not gorgeous Jacob I am not are you blind? I am a crappy piece of nothing. I don't deserve your affection. All i am worthy of is pain and misery".
"You are Connie you just don't see it.
"I see filth" Connie snapped 'not beauty'.
Jacob stared at Connie timidly, she had turned into someone he didn't recognise she had turned into a critically vulnerable state.
"Connie talk to me" he requested.
"Not aloud" Connie said crossing her arms. It was like she had suddenly turned into a disobedient small child.
"Who says you can't to to talk to me?" Jacob asked gently.
"Can't talk, can't speak, can't whisper," Connie said hugging her knees. Her voice had turned quite shallow.
He looked at Connie sadness  present on his face. Her underweight figure was full of it to he didn't know what to do. Why didn't Connie see that her life was worth more than this disorder?

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