"I'm so unsure. About everything. I haven't always been this way. I used to think I was gorgeous, I used to not think about my body. But it's all different now. Now I'm forcing myself to fast for at least 2 days a week. And on the other days, I eat hardly anything. A little celery with nothing on it or maybe an apple on a good day. And it gets worse...I'm still fat...I still need to lose weight. Blood is very heavy...That's why I'm doing it. Not because I'm depressed...But because I'm fat. However, I'm not stupid...I save the blood, I've packaged it in little baggies and stored them in my mini fridge. I must say, it's working great. I'm now losing about 3lbs a week instead of 3 lbs a month. The only bad part is I get these little dizzy spells where I pass out. The usually happen when I fast and cut in the same day. But it's fine because I'm strong. See my goal is too lose all my fat but keep my muscle. It's easy since I dance every day except Saturday and Sunday. Even though dance is really tiring, way more tiring then when I before I did something about my fat, I manage. I generally feel weak and dizzy afterwards, but I'm still alive...That's always a bonus...
"Oh! There's the dizzy feeling. Please feel free to look around while I'm out co-Uhh!"
The woman listening broke into convulsive sobs. Her daughter, her only living child, was gone...She had killed herself on accident. The mother's other 5 children had died between the ages of 5 and 10. The twins had gotten pneumonia and the other 3 had died in a car crash with their father. And now her youngest had died as well. She was completely alone.
And no one could stop her from the thing she knew she must do.
She took the revolver from the cabinet in the hall, just as she was about to shoot herself, someone knocked; her guardian angel.
Actually, that was the end. It's ment to leave you guessing. Maybe I'll add more. I'd have to think about it though.