*Aurora's POV *
My stomach grumbles on the last stretch of track, still I pushed myself to finish the last 100 yards.By the time the wire fence collided with my already bruised body , I was sure I would collapse. I gulped down 1 litre of water in no time at all. Struggling to regain my breath , I place my hand on my bony chest, panting and wheezing,feeling every heart beat protrude from my chest.
Once I had caught my breath I hauled my gym bag on my bike and took the 3 mile ride home.
As soon as I opened the door, a stone cold wall of scent hit me, sausages, bacon, egg, it was all too tempting... too fattening. I ran into the bathroom and took out the scale I had hidden from behind the sink. I stepped on, my breathing quickened as I look down at the grotesque number ...42kg...
I was 7 kg from where I wanted to be,I looked in the mirror and I saw a huge, disgusting whale.i pinched at the extra fat on my ribs and the lard that protruded from my hips. My matte black hair started falling out a week ago. My once sparkling blue eyes were now grey and dull, I looked dead,like something inside of me had broken long ago. My nails were turning a navy blue under the chipping polish.Why me?
Mid-criticism my mum called from downstairs
"Aurora, come eat sweetheart?"
My heart races as I panic at the thought of food, I splash water on my face to give the illusion of sweat and walk down stairs with the most 'ill' face I can produce, it was pretty good, I'd had practice.
"I don't feel well mum , could you save me some for later instead?"
"Of course honey, feeling queasy again?"
I nodded my head and she came over, pulling me into a great big hug. I was sure she could feel my bones through my sweater. She has no idea how sick I really am. I knew what I was doing to myself, I think that is the worst part, I knew how much this was hurting her and I, yet for some sick reason I still do this.
I felt tears spring up in my eyes , I never meant to hurt anyone. I just wanted to lose weight, be happy,why couldn't I stop there? I didn't want it to go so far. I ran to my room to avoid crying in front of my mum .
By the time I was in my room I was bawling.
"I didn't mean to hurt you mum"
That's when it hit me, this, was going to be the end of me. This sick mentality. This torture I put myself. This. Anorexia. It was going to kill me : and I was letting it. But I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to.
"I'll stop when I reach my goal" I muttered to myself and snuck out of the house. I started walking, of course this "walk" turned into a jog, then a run. I'd probably ran about a mile when my vision went black. My eyes were still watering and I could hardly see or breathe. I was dizzy and I fell onto my hands and knees. I couldn't stop myself from falling and my face met the cold , wet sidewalk before I lost consciousness.
