Everybody wants you to get better, everybody wants you to gain weight again. They think that it is easy. 'Just eat something, you see how easy it is.' 'You have to eat, otherwise you would die.' Don't they know that it is anything, but easy? 'Food is your enemy, not your friend!' 'Food makes you fat, food makes you clumsy.', that's what you told yourself. You became colder, everyday a little more. You knew it, the others didn't notice.
It became a project. 'When would someone start to notice?' 'Does anyone notice?' 'Do they even care?' That's what you asked yourself. And no one noticed, no one seemed to care. Not your mother or your father. Neither your siblings nor your friends seemed to care that you were on your way to kill yourself. Everyday a little bit more.
Some of them even asked you what you were doing, because you are so awesomely skinny and it's just beautiful. That's what encouraged you to keep going. If they say you look good, then you are right at doing this.
When they noticed, it's too late. It's too late to just stop and go back to normal. It's too late to just gain weight and pretend it never happened. And they'll never know that even though they helped, you won't ever be okay again.
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Various One-Shots
Short StoryHere you can find some one shots I wirte. They don't have a specific subject-matter, just about anything that comes to my mind. Enjoy!:)