*Mira is pronounced Meer-ruh, it's supposed to kind of sound like mirror*
MIRA DAVIS *one year after attempt*
"Come on Mira, time for dinner." My mom calls from downstairs. I roll my eyes and step away from my computer screen and head down the stairs to where my mother awaits me. She gives me a sad smile and leads me into the kitchen.
A plate is sitting at my spot at the table with a sandwich and a handful of chips. You can do this Mira. I tell myself. I take a deep breath and sit at the table in front of my plate.
"How was your day today?" Mom asks as I pick up a chip and break it in half. Do you know how many calories are in this?! I shake my head and force myself to eat the fried potato, ignoring the voices in my head. Trying to, at least.
"Alright." I say quietly and shrug my shoulders. This is so disgusting. I am going to be in the bathroom for at least an hour tonight.
"Come on honey you can tell me." My mother presses for the information that I don't want to give her.
"I'm fine mom." I snap at her and force myself to swallow the calorie filled chip. I close my eyes tightly as if I had just done something horribly wrong and am getting caught by the person in charge. "I just want to go to sleep." I say quietly and excuse myself from the table.
"Mira, you only ate one chip." My mother says sadly, looking at my plate.
"Not hungry." I shrug and turn around.
"Mira, please. I don't want you to have to go back to-"
"I'm not. I'm just not hungry okay?" I cut her off. "I ate some leftovers earlier." I lie. My mom sighs but doesn't say anything else, so I take it upon myself to flee the anxiety the sandwich was giving me.
When I get to my room, I plop down on my bed and take my phone off the charger and go straight Instagram to look at pictures of William Rivers, my favorite movie star.
He is basically the only person on this earth who can make me smile, and he has no idea that I even exist. How romantic.
Halfway through my stalking, I get a follow request from @Unknown_user. I click on their profile to make sure it's no one from my school, my account is strictly for celebrity stalking. That and I do post a few imagines here and there.
This 'unknown' person seems to look decent so I accept their request and not less than two minutes later, I have a notification on my message box.
Unknown: I saw your post today. It was beautifully sad, and very, very descriptive. Do you really feel that way?
I posted an imagine. Will married a girl with an eating disorder, like me, she tried to hide it and ended up dying.
Me: Feel that way, as in have an eating disorder, love a man who doesn't know I exist and want to die?
Unknown: well... yes.
Me: Yes.
It's not like it's a secret. I hate my life. I hate the people around me, I hate everything about myself. My looks, figure, height, shoe size, hair color. Everyone knows, because of my.. attempt last year. Everyone knows about me, whats one more person?
Unknown: Why?
Me: I just do.
Unknown: oh. What's your name, beautiful?
I snort at that and begin typing.
Me: You texted me first, what's your name?
Unknown: Um..
Me: well..
Unknown: W. Just call me W.
Me: Okay?
W: What's yours?
Me: M. Just call me M.
W: Alright then, haha. Talk again tomorrow?
Me: I guess. Goodnight W.
W: Night ;)
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Teen Fiction"I met the love of my life today. I met fans today. He smiled at me. They were sweet. We took a picture. I took a lot of pictures. I hugged him. So many of them were hugging me. I told him he was my world. Some of them said nice things. I...
