chapter 238 : Conman

Still angry at what I saw in the mirror, I turned around and grabbed my forever growing toiletry bag from the side of my room and walked out the door. It was still quiet in the unit right now with only the sounds of sleeping and clinking cups from the night station filling the halls. I had obviously woken up earlier then I had thought, or at least the light that danced across my face had. It normally waited until the member of the staff in the nurses’ station finished there tea before waking me up.

 

“You’re the early bird aren’t you; everyone else is still in dreamland sweet. You have got about an hour before I start bashing people’s doors down yet. Do you want to come and keep me company for a bit? I will even make you a cup of tea if you want one.” Emmet smiled as he patted the empty chair beside him. It worried me that I actually felt like taking him up on his offer. I craved his company to much. Something about his presence next to me made me feel safe.

 

“I’ll pass thanks anyway. It’s nothing personal but well, I sort of really need to head into there,” I smiled pointing at the bathroom that was just around the corner from the nurses’ station.” Emmet laughed before waving me off in the direction of the bathroom and I shuffled away from him.

 

I stopped briefly in front of the mirror before I used the toilet so I could do a quick exam of my full body. I still didn’t like what I saw. I prayed every day that the next time I looked in the mirror I would see the sun kissed glowing, goddess like body that I wanted but it never happened. I was just fatter. I would have probably reached the big 100 now, maybe even more than that. Somehow the unit had made me slurp chew and bite my way to gaining nearly 25lb in weight in just four months even though it had taken me years to reach 75lb. It had been all I was working towards. My weight was my biggest achievement in the world. I liked it when people had described my weight as emancipated or painful. Worlds like skeletal had pleased my ears because they were impressed by my superb self-control. They had blown that up in four months and left me with … this.

 

Angry with everything I threw my toiletry bag across the floor so it come to rest by the toilet after it spilled out two tampons on the way there.

“I have no idea on earth why I keep you in there; you just serve to embarrass me mostly by rolling out whenever you feel like it. It’s not like I am likely to ever see a period again,” I groaned to know one as I scooped them up and shoved them deep into the depths of the bag before I sat down on the loo.

 

That was when hell froze over and heaven went up in flames. Saints become sinners and angels fell. Nothing in the world from that moment would make any real sense. All rules and rationality had been erased from me and my body stopped working as it should. Any place that had been set up for me dissolved in an instant. There was nothing but the ringing inside my head and the screaming of a girl’s voice that would not be ignored. I had been promised that I was still thin, that I needed to eat and they would not make me fat. I hat trusted them but I had been coned. The red sticky blood that was soaked into my underwear was solid evidence that they had lied to me. “Emancipated” and “skeletal” did not have periods. Not even “slightly skinny” menstruated but I was.