Weightless

At home

Sitting in a crowded bus full of sweaty pubescent kids is indescribable. However if I did have to choose a word it would most definitely be hell. I thank the bus driver as I begin the ten minute walk from my bus stop home. When I finally get home, I'm greeted by my sweet cat, Mochi. I give her some food as she devours it. I observe her after I kick off my shoes. When we first got her, she was skeletal. Now she's two pounds overweight, which is a lot for a cat. She's a sweet cat, very docile and kind. She rubs against your legs and is always purring. Never bites, never scratches, nothing. I had already finished all my homework on the bus, I cannot stress the sheer bliss it gives me to have homework so easy I am capable of completing it in 20 minutes. All that's left are the online assignments, which I do through my phone during lunch. I switch on my computer and start watching Yuri! On ice, my favorite anime. Mochi gently steps onto my belly and curls up. I start to stroke her head as she purrs. Suddenly I'm really hungry. So hungry I will kill for food. I need food.

Now.

Both my dads are out of town. Business reasons, I think they said. I snatch the rice from the fridge as I start cramming it into my mouth. Before I know it's gone. I grab for the chips, and in a matter of seconds the party size bag is merely crumbs. I'm still so so hungry. I chug half a bottle of orange juice when I stop.
Oh my god.
What have I done.
What have I done...
I start sprinting to the bathroom. I feel so sick already, this should be easy. I shove my hand down my throat and retch. Oh, how it hurts... Again, and finally the orange juice and half the bag of chips is out of me. Again, again, until I'm dizzy and am about to faint. I sit there, not moving for about 20 minutes. I finally flush the toilet and wipe the areas surrounding it with Clorox disinfecting wipes. I wash my face off, and my hands. I go into the kitchen and sweep up the awful mess I made. I throw away the empty bag, pour out the remaining soiled orange juice, which I can see has pieces of rice in it from when I put my filthy slobber on it. I clean the bowl in which the rice was in. I decide to make more.

Stirring the warm, salty water full of rice calms me. Auto semantic meridian response. ASMR. The sound of rice brushing against every little grain soothes my queasy stomach. I put on some Japanese flute music, and I feel even better. My couch feels like heaven as I lay down, after I've finished cleaning and cooking. Mochi jumps onto my chest and purrs louder. I drift farther and farther away from consciousness, and finally get blessed sleep.

I wake up. Very calm aura of the home. It's 4:23 am. Jesus Christ, I've slept through the whole night. I feel so well rested I'm almost...cheerful. I hate feeling cheerful. At the time it feels good, when I look back I cringe and just think about how I want to DIE. To calm myself down, I burn some incense. The sweet, almost tangy scent sticks to me, even after I've finished dressing. (I wore acid bleached skinny jeans with a navy blue cardigan and a T-shirt going down to my elbows saying "I'm not salty. Just petty") I comb my hair and the distinct smell wafts through the air, almost stronger than when I was next to it. My black hair, dyed a light brown at the ends is very thin and fine. I tie it into a loose ponytail and give Mochi her special diet food. Im so exhausted for some reason. I pour some green tea into a thermos in case I get thirsty, and if I get more tired. I grab my flute and am off the the shit place known as my school.

Authors note
((Hey :3))
((To my very very very few readers, tysm, I love you guys and girls. It means a lot to me if someone was willing to stay updated on my stories. I'm sorry their so short, I'll start lengthening the chapters gradually and should be at the main length at around chapter 10. Ty again, <3 y'all))

-Evie