Serenity's Ana.

One of my little writings on a girl named Serenity suffering with anorexia and mild schizophrenia. Note: This is all fiction.

            It’s much too late to start yearning again. Really, I mean, what’s the point. Everything is destroyed. I can’t eat half a sandwich, let alone a whole meal. There is no point to family dinners. I stare at my plate filled with canned peas, salad, and chicken I swear mother got from KFC. She puts spoonful after spoonful into her mouth and I watch with disgust imagining the peas are maggots. I sip little mouthfuls of water and stare at daddy as he drinks that glass of wine. How disgusting. There are 106 calories in one serving alone, but he must’ve drank over 5. Do you know what that does to you? Ana ought to punish you. Tsk tsk.

            “Serenity?” I flinch at the sound of my name. Serenity? What kind of mother names her child that?

            Yes, mother.

            “Eat your food.” Okay. Despicable. Did you hear the emphasis she put on ‘EAT’? It’s as if she’s forcing me to gain weight. I’ve had enough. I feel the embers of anger on the tip of my tongue. Poison waiting to spew out and lash at them for doing this to me. I’m on the verge of an explosion when Meru pops out from behind mommy’s chair. I stare out in awe at her lovely silk-colored wings. An angel. My angel sent straight from Ana. Tall, slender body, she always reminded me of an elf except in this case, her flowing auburn hair seemed to float in the atmosphere. I wish I could see her face. I imagine it beautiful, with sharp cheekbones like her shoulder blades, and maybe just a hint of rose on her cheeks. She is pale today. Her mask in the shape of a pig’s face turns towards me.

            Don’t you dare speak a word to your mother. What? Her voice rings out like a melodic toll. How can I not? Do you not see this bowl of horrors in front of me? I want to cry.

            Enough! Eat the peas. Nibble the chicken. Don’t let them know what my master does to you. And in that moment, my brain clicked. Of course! If I lash out now, they’ll strip her away from me. My precious, my lovely. My Ana. She’s the sole reason I’m here. The only reason I fit in a size 1 instead of a 5, without her I am nothing. With her, I am strong. Pure. Thin. I stare at the food, barely blinking. It’s a curse, a poison. I would rather drown a thousand deaths than put that fork in my mouth.

            I look up with pleading eyes, hoping Meru would change her mind. But she’s gone. The only sounds are silverware and sips, and now as I bring the fork up to my mouth, a blue dragonfly flits off past the window and I smile.

            I am Ana’s little soldier.

Reviews

[kij143]

wow! really well done, I was captured immediently, and I would like to read more about her! and this "angle" of which she speaks. very goood....keep writing(:

[StarNinja]

Holy s**t, this is awesome! I would definetly read more about Serenity and her adventures in crazyville. I was a little confused by Ana. Is that a person? a place? a concept? I don't know, either way its good work.

A+

[Skin]

She puts spoonful after spoonful into her mouth and I watch with disgust imagining the peas are maggots straight from Africa.

Why from Africa
Africa is a continent so from which country in Africa do these imagined maggots come from.
What is wrong with good old home grown maggots? :-)

I like this piece very much keep it up

[JelliFyshKissUs]

This story is dark and oh so lovely! Your imagination to breathe this kind of life into a solemn subject is unbelievable. I love forward to reading more of your work. You writing is mind-boggling, because it comes from a fifteen year old. Keep it going!