Prologue
The sound of speakers and voices fill up the empty bathroom. It's like bass guitar. How the strings echo like it's from a distance, when in reality, it's extremely close.
I've never been invited to a party since 4th grade. But not a birthday party. More like a "hey it's a Friday. Let's get drunk and high!" kind of party. And most people here are complete douchebags. The only reason my ass is here is because my friend made me. She literally dragged me out of my bedroom. For what? A party where I stay in the bathroom puking my guts out, while everyone else gets drunk and laid? Basically.
I sit in the biggest stall because I already feel claustrophobic from everyone pushing me trying to get in here. My stomach still aches from the food my mother made me eat earlier.
I take my two fingers and shove them down my throat. Not pleasant, I know. After a few seconds, I vomit into the toilet, as my throat burns with pain. I lay back against the wall and try to relax from the anxiety and from throwing up.
Yes, I am bulimic and yes, it's an eating disorder. You think I wanted to be like this? No, I never did.
