Cravings

A very short story

"That was a really great dinner mom." My smile gleaming off my face, as fake as it can be. "may I be excused?" As she shakes her head yes i toss my dishes in the sink and jog up the stairs. I pause in silence waiting until i hear noise below and slip into the bathroom. I grab an elastic off the counter and tie my hair up in one swift motion. Just as i do after dinner every night. Pictures of beautiful people are taped on the wall. My future i think. i look in the mirror, more like a quick glance. i cant stand looking at it too long. Looking at the hideous beast looking back at me. I light the insense stick on the counter, the less suspicion, the better. I grab the cheap, purple toothbrush off the sink,  I close my eyes and get on my knees. I lift the seat of the toilet and put my head overtop. I think of the clothes I will be able to wear, the attention i could get. Then i think of the awful number on the scale and i stick the end of the toothbrush to the back of my throat. The only liquid splashing in the toilet are my tears. i lift my head, take the elastic out and whip the toothbrush at the wall. I curl up and start to cry. I have to stop this, but theres nothing more i can do to fix this. All i have now that i can trust are my tears. So tears, take away these awful cravings.

Reviews

[onceafaerietale]

you captured her anguish really well, but once again, really sad

[Jess Holden]