The Broken Mirror

Chapter 5: Exercise

"Are you sure you're done eating?" I questioned, not believing that Alynne was done eating. "You haven't even eaten half of your meal yet."

"I'm done," She repeated, her tone of voice very soft and sounding weak. She pushed her dish ahead of her and stared down at her hands that had taken on a bony looking appearance. Her hands looked like they had almost no cartilage to them, just made out of bone. I was beginning to get very worried about her but she insists that she's perfectly fine.

I've attempted to persuade her to back out on dropping the ten pounds but she's continued on insisting that she'll be fine and is capable of dropping the weight in two weeks in a healthful manner. I've seen her and she doesn't even look okay. I've talked to Alynne's former boss, Monsieur, quite a few times in the span of time since I got a first impression of her new boss Mr. Whitman. I've been trying to see if it would be possible for Alynne to be transferred back to Monsieur's agency but I've recently been informed that once Mr . Whitman gets what he wants, he's not very likely to give it back, especially when it's a particular model that many other agencies had their eyes on and would snatch up at any given moment. The agencies will actually fight to the death to get the models they want. It turns out that Alynne was quite high on their hit list. The chances of Monsier getting Alynne back to his own agency are very slim.

"So what are you going to do?" I asked Alynne when I saw her get up from the table.

"I'm going to exercise," She answered, not really wanting to answer my question but she knew that if she's didn't then I would get concerned and we'd most likely end up arguing. With the condition that I know Alynne is in, I really don't want to fight with her. It would take up the very little strength that she still has. I was seriously thinking of objecting to it, contemplating whether to resort to preventing her from performing any kind of physical activity. If there was anything she was going to do, it was going to be eating a nice juicy cheeseburger and taking a nap.

No matter how much I wanted to keep her from getting on her treadmill, I knew that I wouldn't be able to no matter how hard I tried. She would also most likely break into a fit and as I said before, I don't want to get into a fight with her. Instead, I decided to observe her exercise pattern, but not in a way meaning to be a total creep about it.

When exercising, most people start slow then increase the speed and incline add they go, but Alynne didn't. She came off with a wildfire start with the speed set at thirteen and incline at ten, the highest either setting would go. Fine, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes went by and she was panting loud enough to be heard on the other end of our small house. Sweat was also pouring right off of her to the point where she was sparkling. She didn't look okay in any way, shake, or form but I knew that she wouldn't be stopping any time soon. I knew that I had to do something, no matter how much I didn't want to potentially start a fight with her, so I barged in, picked her right up off of the treadmill then slammed my balled up fist on the stop button and watched the exercise machine come to a stop.

"What the hell did you do!" Alynne screeched as I carried her out of the little closet that has been transformed into an exercise room. She had gone totally nuts as a reaction to my removing her from the treadmill that has turned into a machine that will most likely become the cause of her death if she keeps this exercise pattern on hers up.

"I wasn't going to let you stay on that death machine," I answered as I carried her into the little living room that actually took up a majority of the first floor and set her on the couch. I then got right up and shot over to the sink to fill up a glass or two as well as some crackers to feed her. She'll most likely be reluctant to eating the crackers and drinking a single drop of the water, but I'll force this down her throat if it comes to that.

"Death machine?" She questioned, not understanding my way of thinking. "What the fuck has gotten into you?"

"I could say the same to you," I returned. If she thinks that something's gone wrong with me then she's gone insane.

"No really, what has gotten into you?" She continued to question. "How is a treadmill a death machine?"

"It's not the treadmill itself that is, but how you use it that makes it one," I answered. I was starting to get in a panic, I knew that Alynne would question me so I tried my hardest to calm myself down, but no matter how hard I tried it wasn't possible for me to do so.

"Now, drink some water and eat a few crackers," I said, attempting to persuade her to. "It'll be good for you."

"No," She snapped as she proceeded in flailing her arms around. She was flailing her arms around so much that she almost hit me in the face. I'm really glad that she didn't, not su much of fear of my face getting bruised but my glasses being cracked and I don't have the money to get a new pair.

It came to the point where to get anything down her throat I had to pin her to the couch and pour water on her face and hope that even a few drops managed to make their way down her throat. No matter how much I didn't like the fact that I had to resort to this, I did say that I would do this if this was needed.

After the whole cup of water I had filled up had been emptied, more if it having gone down her throat than I had originally thought would, I attempted to get a few crackers down her throat. Thankfully, she didn't object to it. She even took a few of the crackers from me and ate them by herself. The less she struggles and fights this, the easier things are for the both of us.

"You feel better now?" I asked her, curious as to if the food she had eaten, or had forced down her throat, helped her any. She nodded her head slowly. A few minutes of silence passed before she shot off the couch and into the bathroom.

Not to make this sound weird or anything, but after about twenty minutes passed I figured that something was up. Nobody would ever take that long for simple things and with the thought of something having happened, I decided that it would be best to check in on her and see if she was okay. I got up from off the couch and slowly stepped my way across the balsa wood floor to the bathroom door. I lifted my hand up and tapped my knuckles against the door that opened up the the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" I asked through the tiny visible crack in the door. When there was no immediate response I opened the door a little more to see that she was looking at herself in the mirror I caught a tiny glimpse at the reflection that showed back and it wasn't exactly a pretty sight. She no longer had the curves that she once had and her legs were nothing but bone. There was only enough skin to cover them up, and no more than that. I then noticed that there was a gigantic crack down the middle of the mirror so I dismissed these visions as an illusion.
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My greatest apologies for not having posted this yesterday. Christmas was very busy for me and I didn't get a lot of time to sit down and write this. I actually wrote most of this on Christmas Eve but just wasn't able to finish it for it to be posted yesterday. My internet was also kinda cruddy because everybody's new devices were updating and everything so I physically wasn't able to get onto Wattpad for more than five minutes without it deciding not to load. I'll try to get another chapter posted today though but if not please bear with me.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, tell me what you think will happen next and you JUST might get the next chapter dedicated to you. :)