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we do this to ourselves

 

Behind her the noise escalated. It screeched loudly and her legs jiggled around unsteadily.  Slowly, she turned around, her tummy fluttering anxiously.

 

Leering back at her was a skinny thing with big eyes. The skin on its arms was drooping and its feet seemed out of proportion to the rest of its awkward body. She screamed in absolute disgust and horror as the ghastly figure began to spit and vomit. She could not believe that she had allowed this monster into her house and into her life. Its only aim was to destroy her; kill her slowly from the inside.

 

It had begun stalking her a few months earlier. It would watch her and snicker as she tried on new clothes. It tormented her with little comments during gym class. It had sat next to her gravely while she ate. Then she made the fatal mistake of officially inviting it in.

 

Now it was here to stay.

 

Reviews

[Pixie Meat]

I can't even tell you how much I can relate to this.
The way you make insecurity an actual being, and not only that but a horrid, disgusting one is just so true.
"It sat next to her gravely as she ate," has to be the best visualization of this monsterous thing I have ever read. This little monster was sitting next to me at lunch this afternoon, and you have just put it into words. You're exactly right - we all do this to ourselves. Very insightful piece.

[JustJasmine]

I like this. I had to re-read it to get what you were trying to say. What I got from it was that the skinny thing was herself? Maybe that isn't right, but that's my take on it. Nice work! I loved how you ended it and you left mystery to it.