Mia

With her hand shaky slightly she turned the shower on, followed by the sinks. Her pale hand reached for the door knob and she quickly locked the bathroom door. She took a deep breath. "Stay calm," she thought to herself."No one is here. No one will hear." She grabbed a hair-tie and put her long blonde hair in a messy bun laying low on her neck. With her hand still shaking she sunk to her knees in front of the porcilen throne. She took one more deep breath before slowing sticking one finger to the back of her throat, pushing her fingers against her gag reflex. Coughing, she continued until she pushed the food up and out. Adrenaline coursed through her, keeping her twisting her fingers around in her mouth. More chewed up food fled her body, until there was nothing but blood and water coming out of her.

She sat for a few moments, letting herslef calm down before she stood and flushed the toliet. The she shred her clothes and jumped into the cool water and let it immerse her, and clean her. She wrapped her fingers around the soap and poured a little in her hand. She ran her hands across her body, letting it turn into a soapy mess. She stepped back under the water faucet and washed off. With quicker movements this time she fumbled around to get the hair-tie out of her hair so she could wash it. "Anything to get the stink off." Her body was shaking worse than before.

She reached out for the fluffy white towl hanigng on the rack near her shower after she turned the water off. Her knuckles on her left hand were red and swollen with little welts carefully placed. She let out a sigh and stared back at her reflection, not liking the fat girl staring back at her, while in reality there was a fraile looking girl standing there. She closed her eyes for a breif moment and let her thoughts wander back to when image didn't matter, and all she cared about was daddy coming home from work so that they could watch their favorite tv show from the 70's. Or even dance to their favorite songs, either from the 70's when her dad was growing up, or music closer to this day and age. Oh, she wished for those days to come back. She didn't want to be the monster she'd turned into anymore. She was sick of this constant battle fighting within her. She didn't want to deal with urge to stuff her face full with grease-filled, sugar contaminated food, then force it all out of her system.

She just wanted to be normal again.