I opened my eyes. 5:00am. I was so tired and cold. I turned on the light and got my blanket and wrapped it around myself. There was a lot of hair on my pillow. That's weird. I thought. It was Monday. I spent all weekend in my room sleeping. I was so sad. I wouldn't be sad once I didn't look disgusting and fat. I walked into the bathroom. I felt like I was floating a little. Maybe I lost a lot of weight since Friday. I looked at myself in the mirror. I hate myself. I said. You need to do better you're disgusting. I said to myself. I put the blanket on the sink. And walked over to the scale. I crossed my fingers and stepped on it. I looked down. Fuck! I yelled as I put my hands on my head. I put and hands down and I had a handful of hair in each one. I felt the anger bubbling up. Shit! God! I yelled. I'm fat and now I'm going bald! I hate myself! I screamed. I hate my life! I kicked the wall really hard a few times. I put water on my tooth brush and brushed my teeth. I walked out and my mom was standing at the door. I forgot how early it was. Are you okay? She asked me. Yes. I said. You seemed pretty upset. She said. Well I'm not. I said. Did you brush your teeth with tooth paste? She asked. Yes! I said. I was getting annoyed. I didn't use tooth paste just water. I didn't need any calories from the toothpaste. She only found out because she saw my diet journal. I walked in my room after school and there she was reading my journal. I dropped everything. What are you doing?! Why are you in my stuff?! I screamed. Get out now! I saw the tears in her eyes, but she said nothing and walked out of my room. I started pacing back forth. We never talked about it though. There's no reason to get loud. She said. I'm just asking. I walked away. Lexi? What. I said. You can talk to me if something's bothering you or you aren't happy you know that. Well I'm fine. I said. And went in my room and closed the door. I got dressed. That was hard I looked ugly in everything. I started throwing things around the room. Then I pulled out a big sweatshirt and sweat pants. I came out. Do you want breakfast? My mom asked. What do you think? I asked. I think you should eat breakfast. I'm not hungry. I said. You still have to eat food. She said. I do! I said. Then you need to eat breakfast it's important. No! I'll eat at school. I said. What are you going to eat at school? I stared at her. Do you want to talk to a therapist? She asked. I laughed a little. I threw my backpack on the floor. Fine! I yelled. I'll get a freaking breakfast bar! You need to eat it. She said. I screamed. Get off my back! Leave me alone! I do eat! I can't miss one meal without you going nuts! Lexi. She said quietly. I'm just trying to help. Help with what? Nothing is wrong with me! I just told you that! Okay pick up your bag so I can take you to school. I picked it up and we walked out the door. We rode in silence for most of the ride. I acted like I was eating the breakfast bar. I was just chewing it and spiting it out. Lexi are you failing a lot of your classes? Mom are you failing at not pissing me off? I asked. I don't care. She said. That's obvious. I said. Can you try and bring your grades up? She asked. Oh I'm sorry I'm not perfect enough for you! I know I get. I'm stupid and I can't do a goddamn thing right! I screw up everything! That's not what I said you need to...I'm done talking to you. Shut the fuck up. I said. She tried to slap me but I grabbed her hand. If you slap me I'm going to slap you back! I yelled. What the hell is wrong with you?! She yelled. Nothing. You're a bitch I know that's what's wrong with you! My mom stopped the car. Alexis, you've been a bitch all morning and this weekend when you wouldn't come out and talk to anyone. Well that's because I hate you! I said. She slapped me. Get out! She yelled. Fine. You fucking bitch! I yelled. I got out and she drove away. The school wasn't that far away. If I run there that'd be good. I thought. Then I started running. No one can stop me from this. I'll fight until I get to zero.
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My worse enemy (Anorexia)
FanfictionWhy is everything so freaking hard?! In, My worse enemy (Anorexia), Alexis is 15 years old and the best cheerleader at her school. But hates how she looks. She's sees fat and ugly when she looks in the mirror. She'll stop at nothing to fix this. She...