Italic print= thoughts

My face was dampened with sweat and tears, the familiar burning sensation climbing up my throat, it seemed to warm the rest of my body.

“Almost done” I thought as I remained there hovering over the toilet, my fist clenched tightly around my tooth brush, I swiftly jammed it down the back of my throat.

My mind was flooded with thoughts.

“Oh no, here it comes again”

The horrible burning, horrible smell, and the taste I couldn’t stand.

I felt my stomach lurch and quiver as if it were trying to climb out of my mouth, and with that it began. I had spewed all my problems into the toilet, and everything was fine, I was at ease again; ready to face the world with a fake smile.

I sat there still and silent, trying to regain my strength so I could leave the washroom without suspicion. I raised my head to see my reflexion in the handheld mirror that hung from the wall; I could see the sweat making my face shine.

“I’m a wreck” I muttered weakly.

I decided to have a shower, I stood up and flushed the toilet, my problems spun and twirled till finally they disappeared. I was able to smile now, knowing my problems were gone for now.

I began to remove my clothing, soon enough I was naked, my clothes in a messy pile at my feet. My skin was covered with goose bumps from the sudden cold. I rubbed my arms trying to warm them and get the blood flowing. And then I realized how frail I had gotten. My arms looked like sticks, fragile and delicate, as if the slightest touch or breeze would break them or blow them away. Finally I was becoming beautiful, fragile like a butterflies wings, this was what I wanted, and this was what I needed.