Chapter 2: 2
We all had dreams. Some bigger than others. Some, wanted to make it big and become CEO, or famous and known worldwide.
Others, just wanted to make it by without being noticed and accomplish little.
Me? I'm in between. All I want in life is to be thin. The word rolls off my tongue with such ease, so easy to say. But, I want to be known for it. I want to be known for my upbringing and my downfall.
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Noon. The word makes me want to vomit. Noon time is when I have to go home and be surrounded by reminders. Reminders of my self worth, if there's any at all.
Paper forms of me trapped in glass prisons. Staring back at me, with lifeless eyes and fake smiles. My fingers tremble as I reach up and touch the cool glass. So young, so unhappy.
More of them. And more. And even more as you walk down the long hall. No parents, no siblings. All gone. Just shadows of a memories past.
The clock down the hall struck one o'clock.
Ah, time for tea. My favorite time.
I sat in my large living room, looking at every wall, all the pictures covering the wall, emotions rippling through me. My favorite chair sat proudly beneath me, a large white throne.
I grasped the tiny plate, holding my teacup up. My hand shook as it held the weight of the cup. "My, seem's the tea's gotten heavier." I muttered to myself, not expecting a reply.
I sipped the green tea, feeling it slide down my throat and into my stomach. It was like that. When you ate or drank, you felt it. You felt it sink down your esophagus, sink into your stomach.
I stared at the large plate that was supposed to hold sweets of all kinds, but instead sat bare, seeming to gaze at me as if begging for a treat of some kind. And soon, it kicked in.
The screaming. All of them. Every single voice, screeching into my ears.
"DON'T EVEN BOTHER THINKING OF SWEETS."
"YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY BE THINKING OF THAT."
"WE SHOULD MAKE YOU DO 100 PUSH-UPS FOR EVEN THINKING."
I calmly sat, sipping my tea. I've gotten used to it, the screaming. The chaotic noise.
Doesn't mean it still doesn't influence me, however.
It all came to an abrupt halt, though, when a knock on the front door came.
My bare feet made little noise as I approached the door. I looked through the peep-hole, seeing it was just a boy.
I opened the door, revealing myself. He stared down at me. I stared up at him. "Hello."
He thinks you're fat. And ugly. He's judging everything about you, you fat whore. Did you even try today? You're definitely running when this is over.
"Uhm, hi, I'm Jungkook, I'm your new neighbor. I just wanted to say hi and maybe meet the neighbors."
I smile a small smile. Seems nice.
Absolutely not. He's pretending. You probably look fucking weird smiling like that. Stop it.
My smile instantly dropped from my face. "Ah, hello. I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." I extended my hand, albeit hesitantly.
Your hand. Drop that fucking hand. How do you think he would feel if he squished all your hand fat? That's right, disgusting. Just like how you should feel.
He grabbed it and shook. Despite my dislike, I let it happen.
"Well, I should be getting back. Gotta move everything in. It was nice to meet you." He smiled at me, causing me to go on autopilot and let my body take care of everything else. I waved, saying a small 'goodbye', and closed the door so fast he turned around slightly at the sudden noise.
I speed-walked to the bathroom, quickly tearing open the cabinet and grasping the oh-so-familiar pill bottle. I read the comforting words, hearing them echo in the back of my mind.
FAT REMOVER
ONLY TAKE 2 A DAY, ONCE AT BREAKFAST AND ONCE AT DINNER.
USE RESPONSIBLY.
Responsibly? They wouldn't know responsibility if it bit them in the ass. I quickly took out five, jamming them into my mouth and swallowing, ignoring the bitter taste. I walked to the room next door, feeling a sudden rush of energy.
There, I ran on my treadmill for an hour, until I felt I couldn't move anymore. I grabbed a water bottle from the mini-fridge I have in there, walking to my bedroom to finally fall asleep. Just to wake up and do the same thing tomorrow.
Routine, eh?
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