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Triggering (ED) - Just a little something I've been writting - dno whether to carry on or not?
I curled up in the chair,biting my tongue, my backbones hitting the back of the chair.
'Its very cold.' I whispered.
The nurse came and sat next to me,patting my hand.
'You can get through this sweetheart,This is a safe enviroment we've been here for you since you were born,You know us,You are safe.'
I stared at the floor.
'You look terrible,would you like to see the doctor?'she said.
I nodded. I didn't really. I didn't want to see anyone. Not looking like this.
I ran my hands through my greasy hair absent mindfully and stared at my thighs.
How did I become such a... such a...
monster?
'I'll go and get the doctor, just stay here chick.'
I heard her leave the room.
I looked around at the colourful cartoon posters displaying pictures of the human body,the sink in the corner, the bed in the corner and right next to me : the scales.
I glared at them, their numbers so bold and big,so judgemental.
My life had once revolved around those numbers, I remembered.
I smiled weakly. had? they still do. Just not as much as I let on.
I gently put my ear to the door. Noone was approaching just yet.
I jumped on the scales quickly. Did they see me? No. Good.
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