A Conversation With Ana

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Please die, Ana. For as long as you're here, we're not

~Silverchair(Open Fire~Ana's Song)

( A frail, thin teenage girl with messy, strawlike hair walks into the kitchen. Waiting for her is another teenage female-this girl is beautiful and toned)

Ana: Emily! My sweetheart! I didn't expect to see you here. What did we talk about?

Emily: I-I'm just going to have a snack.

(EMILY approaches the refrigerator) (ANA blocks the refrigerator door)

Emily: Ana, stop. I'm just going to have a small snack, okay?

Ana: Yeah, yeah. A small snack. What is small to you, hm? Tell me that.

Emily: I don't know. A sandwhich? I'm really hungry, I didn't get to eat breakfast.

Ana: That's not a fucking snack, doll, that's a meal. They were right about you.

Emily: (suddenly hurt) They? Who is "they"? What did they say?

Ana:They said you were weak. 

(EMILY pushes ANA out of the way. ANA falls to the floor)

Emily: I'm a hell of a lot stronger than you!

(EMILY pulls from the fridge a sub sandwhich)

Ana: That's cute. (gets up off the floor) 

Emily: (mouth full) What?

Ana: You think you're strong. You think you're the victor in this. 

Emily: I am the victor. I am strong.

Ana: Honey, look at yourself. Shoving your fat fucking face. Look at your body. You're disgusting. Don't even talk to me about strength when every single night, you press that blade against your skin. You want to push down and end the pathetic excuse you call a life, but you won't. You won't because you are weak. You are utterly worthless. You are garbage. As far as defeating me, baby, you need me. I'm all you've got. I give you something to live for. 

Emily: Live? You call this living? This quarter of a sub is the first thing I've eaten in days. I can play the xylophone on my ribs. Every night I wonder if I'm going to die in my sleep. This isn't living, I'm not living. I..

Ana: Hmm?

Emily: I'm dying. You're killing me! You aren't my friend. You're a murderer!

Ana: I'm your best friend, I help you gain control. I am making you beautiful

Emily: (Lifts up her shirt to reveal a bony, sickly figure) This? This is not beauty! This is sick! I don't want this kind of control. I want to be free from you. I'll die if I stay in your grips any longer.

Ana: Sorry, honey. I'm a friend for life. I'll see you in Hell, beautiful.

Submitted: June 30, 2013

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Woah. There are no words for how emotional and breathtaking this is. I hope you didn't personally have to go through anything like this.

Mon, July 1st, 2013 6:18pm


Thank you.

Mon, July 1st, 2013 11:55am


This is beautiful, and it perfectly describes my situation right now. Thank you so much. I agree with miarithegreat, I really hope you didn't have to experience this hell.

Tue, July 23rd, 2013 11:09pm


Thank you, I'm glad that my work is reaching people.

Sun, July 28th, 2013 10:47am

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