Hi!! This is a really small part of a three posts story I'm making, the story is really short and this is just the first part. So review, check, correct and please leave your comments.
Thanks for your time and help!!!!!
Pudin
_____________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________
It was six thirty in the morning. Her alarm clock was ringing crazily in her ear. She was still covered by her pink and purple bed sheets but somehow managed to unwillingly open her eyes and get her hand out from under the sheets and turn the alarm clock off. She stretched lazily while letting out a huge yawn as she slowly got out of bed and looked around. She noticed that the curtains of her window were closed and even her window was closed. She didn’t remember why or when she closed but they now deserved to be opened, it was a brand new day and she had to enjoy it. She opened them slowly, smelling the sweet aroma of morning dew and wet soil as they hit her nose and she breathed them eagerly while listening to the soft chirping of a bird sitting in her window.
After viewing the splendor of the early morning she has always loved, she decided it was time to take a shower and get ready for school so she grabbed her towel and some clothes and headed to the bathroom. The mirror was the first thing she saw in the bathroom but refused to see herself in it for she already knew what she was going to see and even the thought of it made her sick so she took off her clothes and went straight to the shower. As she was taking a shower, quite unthinkingly, she began to run in the same place, lifting her knees to her hips. This now happened out of habit.
She finished quickly and went out of the bathroom. But before she got dressed and still wrapped in her towel, she took out her scale from under her bed and stepped on it. It read 77 pounds. She made the math in her head. She was 5’6, and weighed 77 pounds. Good, but still not perfect. She thought. She had been doing this for years now, weighing and waiting for the day in which she would finally be the perfect girl. With that on her mid, she slowly turned around to see herself in the mirror and what she saw almost made her cry.; over sized hips, huge belly, fat arms, fat thighs, all that was left of her were her green eyes and her sparkly red hair. She turned around and sat in her bed. After all these days of starvation and excessive exercise, there were no results and she was still the fat, rejected girl that once started high school. She looked at the scale and kicked it. That scale must be wrong. She thought.
“Christine” her mother called, interrupting her thoughts.
“Coming” she answered. She quickly got up and washed the tears out of her eyes. She dressed up fast, in a black skinny jean with a pink shirt fitted at the waist and loose on its way down, pretending she actually had some body fat to show off.
She finally decided to go downstairs and meet her mother at the kitchen. The house was beautiful and she admired it every time she walked into the beige colored living room with a nineteenth century style. It had a large hearth in the middle, decorated with fine carved pieces of wood and big windows with burgundy colored curtains hanging from them. It was interesting looking at the sun as its rays penetrated the windows. She has always liked it, so she went to sit on the leather sofa in the middle of the living room and rested her head in the sofa. Doing that really prevented her from her most torturing temptation, food. She heard her stomach growl, so she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around her abdomen and pressed hard against it. She couldn’t just give in, when she had made it so far; she promised to herself she would be perfect, no matter what the cost of that might be.
And now hunger was attacking like a growling tiger, hitting her with its heavy paws and making her lightheaded, almost numb and the smell of recently backed pancakes was not helping. She gulped many times, trying to placate the unbearable hunger that seemed to fill her lungs making her breathing extremely hard. She was not doing it, she was not eating. So she quickly got up from the sofa and ran upstairs to her room, locking the door behind her when she got in. She looked in her many drawers and boxes and finally found what she was looking for, a razor-blade. She looked at its shiny blade and curled up the long sleeve of her shirt.
It felt cold and hard against her skin, but when it slowly and softly sliced her forearm, it felt like burning her white skin. The cut was not deep, but long, cutting through other scars that she already had. And the blood ran, not too much but it did, making her run to the bath room and grab gauze to wrap around her forearm. The bleeding did not continue when gauzed, but the burning was still there especially since she sliced through recent cuts and scars, but no one knew about it and this was not the day to come clean. So she arranged the sleeved of her shirt and headed out her room, taking a rubber band and putting g it in her damaged wrist.
She went downstairs again and as if on cue, the school bus’ horn beeped loudly from outside my house. I ran to get my stuff and say bye to my mother who was freaking out because I didn’t eat her recently cooked pancakes.
“Promise me you’ll eat at school” she had told her.
“Yes mother” Christine had told her, almost killing herself in that moment for lying to her mother.
She ran out the door and caught the bus that was already running. She got in and sat in one of the last rows of seats. She had her head in the clouds, she was numb, the pain and the hunger were attacking worse than ever, her eyes were becoming watery and the tears were now hard to control. But she had to, she couldn’t be weak, nor could let someone else know about her secret. It was hers and she was very jealous about it. She would fulfill it in whichever way and source she had. She was going to be perfect, admirable, and beautiful and above all, not one pound more.
I'm here, as promised. Let's see what I can grab...
