Thin Line

Chapter 28

"Sierra." My Mom says knocking on my door.

Ever since I talked to Justin I haven't left my room.

I have not eaten a thing.

I have had absolutely no water.

Everything I need I have with me.

A bed and a bathroom.

I haven't even talked to anyone.

I have yet to touch my phone, despite the hundreds of calls and text from Justin.

My phone has been going off nonstop for days now.

At least I am getting smaller.

I am unsure what my family knows.

I am not sure what Justin told to them.

Probably that I am crazy.

I am not crazy.

He lied.

I have the right to be mad that he lied about something as serious as loving a person.

But I fell for his lies.

That one is on me.

At this point I am just waiting for the dehydration or starvation to take over.

I have been losing weight while locked in my room at least.

If I am going to be miserable at least I can be skinny too.

"Sierra." My Dad adds.

I know they are worried about me.

But I also know Justin has at least somewhat told them what happened.

They have not been too insistent on me eating, I am sure they assume I am staying here for other reasons than just to starve myself, although that is most of it.

I never want to eat again.

At this point I don't care if I just starve myself to death.

At least I would die skinny.

All I ever wanted was to be skinny.

How did everything become such a mess?

This all started with me just trying to get my weight down a bit.

Now I'm heartbroken and wishing that I just starve to death.

Maybe once I get too dehydrated to remain conscious my parents won't notice until it is too late.

Any hour now.

I know I am killing myself.

And I don't even care anymore.

I look at the pile of water bottles in the corner of my room.

Maybe I better stay alive a little longer.

I would rather die from starvation, then I would have reached the skinniest I ever could.

So, that is what I do.

When the starvation finally welcomes death, I just let the darkness welcome me.

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When I open my eyes I almost cry.

A hospital.

They weren't too late, somehow.

Somehow my parents managed to get into my room before it was too late.

Why couldn't they have just left me there to die?

When I look around, the room is empty.

An hour passes before even a doctor walks in.