Save Me Before It's Too Late

Chapter 1

"Aren't you going to get lunch with us, Bella?" my friends asked. I sighed and told my, seemingly, favorite lie, "I'm not feeling very well." My friends glanced at one another warily and walked off towards the lunch line. Grrrr My stomach started growling at the smell of the pizza being served for lunch. I slit my hands under the table and snapped the rubber band on my wrist three times. 'I can't eat. I will be weak if I eat. I'm already fat enough.' I thought back to this morning when I weighed myself. 73 lbs and 5'1". It's sick. So far, in the past 5 days that I have been fasting, I have lost 7 lbs. Good, but not enough. I leaned back in my chair and pictured all the beautifully skinny girls who's hip bones and ribs are visible under their skin. Then, I picture myself. Fat poking over the top of my jeans, arms flabby, legs grotesque. I am disgusted by myself and my stomach stops growling.

I sat up and saw my friends looking at me worriedly. My best friend, Ashley, is the first one to say anything. "Are you okay? You don't look good." I offer a small smile and tell her that I am fine. She sighs and tells me to come to the bathroom with her. 'I am in deep trouble.' We walk up to get the bathroom pass together and it seems like everyone is staring. We hurry out of the lunch room and into the girls restroom.

"Sissy, you don't look good. You're too skinny. You don't look healthy anymore. You need help." Ash is the only one who knows I'm anorexic. She started it with me last year. Once she got to an 'average' weight she stopped. She was weak. I am strong. I aimed for the best. She aimed for the average. Why would someone want to be average when they could be perfect with a little more effort!?

"You're just jealous, sissy. You're just jealous that I look better than you. You couldn't look like me if you tried! I'm strong and you are weak." I glared at her while she stared at me with wide eyes.

"I'm not jealous. I feel sorry for you. You look horrible. You look more dead than alive. Everyone thinks so. They're just too afraid to tell you." I scoffed and started backing away.

"You're lying. I don't believe you." My voice was getting higher and higher, "They wouldn't do that! You're lying to me!" I started hyperventilating. I grabbed onto the counter for support.

"See! You can hardly stand up! You need to eat! If you don't get help yourself I will do it for you." My vision started to go dark.

"Ash..." I said as I started to lose consciousness. Everything went black before I could finish my sentence.