I'm running. Where? I don't know, but I'm running away, far away, away from what? I don't know that either. All I know is that I'm running, out of breath, and scared of something I can't see. Everything goes black and I'm struggling to breathe. "BEEP BEEP BEEP," my alarm clock saves me. "I had a bad dream, again," I mumble to myself. I get up and see my reflection in a tall mirror near my bed. Long, luscious brown locks, beautiful hazel eyes, freckled skin, and a thick body. The body blocks everything out. That's all that matters. I get ready and pop a piece of gum in my mouth. Breakfast would have too many calories. I walk out the door with a growling stomach.
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In the middle of the day, my stomach starts paining horribly. It's not used to this new routine. I'll endure the pain if that's what it takes to fit in. I don't want to stick out, not like this. "DING DING DING," the lunch bell tolls. I run to the gym and exercise until I'm sweating and exhausted. My legs ache and my stomach growls louder than ever. I'm weak and I want food, but I suck it in. Water is enough. "Hope!" my chemistry professor calls out. I turn around but I don't speak. "Your assignment is overdue, I read your email and you'll only get a one-week extension. Understood?" she explains. "Yes, Prof. Davis," I reply swiftly. She nods and walks away elegantly. Human interaction; one thing I hate more than my own body. My stomach growls again and I stick a piece of gum in my mouth. Lunch has the most calories in the day. It's too much.
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The vicious cycle- Unbroken
Teen FictionHope Woods suffers from various mental health disorders, this book talks about how she got into the cycle, what happened in it and how she got out of it... or didn't.
