The Spark of Crimson

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"76 pounds. How is it everyone else is gaining weight but you aren't?" My weight doctor asks.
I simply shrug earning a sign from her. "Are we going to have to inpatient you again?"
I immediately shake my head. I have been an outpatient of Apple Orchard Anorexia Recovery Clinic since I was 10. That was 7 years ago. Every year about twice a year they'd throw me back in, saying that I lost to much weight and now I'm in danger. It never bothered me. The thought of me dying was always a pleasant one.
"Have you been eating?" Mrs. Roberts said softly.
I nod and give her a reassuring smile. After an half an hour and a very heathy meal they allowed me to go home.
I simply walked through the door and to my room. I smile at the posters of bands such as:
Black Veil Brides, pierce the veil, mayday parade, sleeping with sirens, panamore and Evesance.
Laying down on my bed I sigh and stare at the ceiling.
'Wow, 78 pounds and they let me go?' I ask myself mentally.
A tiny voice in my head answered, 'They are giving up on you.'
'I know. But maybe I'll stop having to go to the program.' I think trying to comfort not only myself of Ana too.
Being Schizophrenic I hear my different demons.
Ana = Anorexia
Lex = Self harm
Minxx = Anxiety
I've never heard my last demon. I heard her speak and I haven't spoken since.
Jenny. She is the reason I'm mute.

....She is my most terrifying demon.

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