Meetings With Ana

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the screenplay story of a girl who's tempted to fall into anorexia. Anorexia= Ana, Bullmia= Mia. These two people are simply figures of her imagination, but they control her.

Submitted: December 03, 2011

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Submitted: December 03, 2011

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Scene 1
Setting; Jesse's bedroom. It's painted light purple, its small, and it has all white furniture. Other normal people stuff around her room as well.
Jesse is scrolling down Tumblr, with a bunch of 'thinspo' pictures on her dashboard. She sighs, sits up, and goes to her closet and looks at her skinny jeans.
Jesse; (mumbles to herself) Size one. Size zero, Jesse, you want size zero.
Jesse's Mom; (opens the door. Jesse jumps a little, still holding her jeans) (makes a questioning face, raising an eyebrow) Planning your clothes for tomorrow? 
Jesse; (quickly improvising, smiling fakely) Yup. Figured I might wear these jeans.
Jesse's Mom; (bites her lower lip, her cheery look fading fast) Jesse, we have to talk.
Jesse; (puts the pants down and closes her laptop, sitting down on her bed) About what?
Jesse's Mom; (sits next to Jesse) You see, a lot of stuff has happened lately. I, um, you know how I lost my job. (jesse nods understandingly, curiously) Well um, your Aunt Suzanne... she's in the hospital.
Jesse; Why?
Jesse's Mom; I know she's your favorite aunt, so I figured I should just tell you now.
Jesse; (straightens up, looking completely serious now) Mom, tell me what happened right now.
Jesse's Mom; (bites her lip again, trying not to cry) Well, she was on her way here for your birthday... and the plane...
Jesse; (eyes get wider and wider in horror)
Jesses Mom; It crashed Jesse. (voice is braking) The doctors.. They said she really doesn't have any chances of living... I...
Jesse; (eyes water too, but she's angry) Mom, you can leave now.
Jesse's Mom; But Jess-
Jesse; (stands up with) Take me to the hospital to see her now.
Jesse's Mom; Jesse I can understand you're mad now, but she's my sister, and she means just as much to me-
Jesse; (screams) Take me to the goddammed hospital now.
Jesse's Mom; (stands up and sizes Jesse up) Young lady, don't you dare tell me what to do.
Jesse; You don't want to see your own sister before she dies?
Jesse's Mom; I- (phone in Jesse's room rings)
Jesse; (gives her mom a look and goes to get the phone) (to the phone) Hello? ... Yes... I heard... Wait.. what? (looks at her mom, hands shaking) Mom they want to talk to you.
Jesse's Mom; (takes the phone) Yes?... What?!... I'll be right there, bye.
Jesse; Mom what happened-
Jesses Mom; (kisses Jesse on the forehead) Stay here and be good for me until I get back. (runs out of her room)
Jesse; (turns around and looks out her window) (her mom is already pulling out of the driveway) (mumbles to herself)
Ana; (appears behind Jesse) Hello Jesse.
Jesse; (whips around, startled) Who are you? What the hell are you doing here?
Ana; (smiles) I'm Ana. 
Camera shows her boney structure, and  that she's anorexic.
Jesse; (presses a smile on) Um, yeah, hi Ana. Can you like, get out of my house now?
Ana; (walks over to Jesse's computer and turns the laptop screen to face Jesse) You want to be skinny?
Jesse; (furrows her eyebrows, doesn't say anything)
Ana; You can do that Jesse. You can be everything you ever wanted. All you have to do is not eat.
Scene 2
Setting; Jesse's kitchen.
Ana; (walks around the kitchen, looking into the cabinets, pantries, and refrigerator) You eat a lot.
Jesse; Um... I eat like a normal human being?
Ana; Do you purge?
Jesse; No, Ana, I don't. (looks uncomfortable, standing by Ana)
Ana; You have the potential, Jesse, to be beautiful. (looks Jesse up and down) You have pudgey thighs though. 
Jesse; (backs up a bit) Yeah, its muscle.
Ana; (starts to shake her head) No. No, this is disgusting.
Jesse; Then get the hell out of my house if you don't like it?
Ana; (smiles nicely) Here, let's sit down and have a nice little talk.
Scene cut to Jesse's living room. Ana and Jesse are sitting.
Ana; Allow me to re-introduce myself. My name, or as I am called by so called “doctors”, is Anorexia. Anorexia Nervosa is my full name, but you may call me Ana. Hopefully we can become great partners. In the mean time, I will invest a lot of time in you, and I expect the same from you. 
Your friends do not understand you. They are not truthful. In the past, when the insecurity has quietly gnawed away at your mind, and you asked them, “Do I look….fat?” and they answered “Oh no, of course not”, you knew they were lying! Only I tell the truth. Your parents, let’s not even go there! You know that they love you, and care for you, but part of that is just that they are your parents and are obligated to do so. I shall tell you a secret now: deep down inside themselves, they are disappointed with you. Their daughter, the one with so much potential, has turned into a fat, lazy, and undeserving girl. (Jesse stares at Ana with wide eyes)
But I am about to change all that.
I expect a lot from you. You are not allowed to eat much. It will start slowly: 
decreasing of fat intake, reading the nutrition labels, cutting out junk food, fried food, etc. For a while, the exercise will be simple: some running, perhaps some crunches and some situps. Nothing too serious. Perhaps drop a few pounds, take a little off of that fat tub of a stomach. But it won’t be long before I tell you that it isn’t good enough. (Jesse glances down at her stomach)
I will expect you to drop your calorie intake and up your exercise. I will push you to the limit. You must take it because you cannot defy me! I am beginning to embed myself into you. Pretty soon, I am with you always. I am there when you wake up in the morning and run to the scale. The numbers become both friend and enemy, and the frenzied thoughts pray for them to be lower than yesterday, or last night, or so on. You look into the mirror with dismay. You prod and poke at the fat that is there, and smile when you come across bone. I am the one figuring this out, because by now my thoughts and your thoughts are blurred together as one.
I follow you throughout the day. The hunger pains you pretend not to feel is me, inside of you.
Pretty soon I am telling you not only what to do with food, but what to do ALL of the time. Smile and nod. Present yourself well. Suck in that fat stomach, dammit! (Jesse closes her eyes) I force you to stare at magazine models. Those perfect skinned, white teethed, models of perfection staring out at you from those glossy pages. I make you realize that you could never be them. You will always be fat and never will you be as beautiful as they are. When you look in the mirror, I will distort the image. I will show you obesity and hideousness. I will show you an obese four hundred pound girl, where in reality there is a starving child. But you must not know this, because if you knew the truth, you might start to eat again and our friendship will come crashing down.
Sometimes you will rebel. You will recognize the small rebellious fiber left in your body and will venture down to the dark kitchen. The cupboard door will slowly open, creaking softly. Your eyes will move over the food that I have kept at a safe distance from you. You will find your hands reaching out, lethargically, like a nightmare, through the darkness to the box of crackers. You shove them in, mechanically, not really tasting but simply relishing in the fact that you are going against me. You reach for another box, then another, then another. And all the time I am screaming at you to stop, you're a fat cow, with no self control, and you are going to get fat.
Maybe the choice of getting rid of the guilt is different.  Or perhaps I just make you hurt yourself. Cutting is also effective. I want you to see your blood, to see it fall down your arm, you deserve whatever pain I give you. Who cares? You are deserving; you brought this upon yourself. (Jesse looks like shes actually listening, wide wide and scared eyes)
I have a weak spot. But we must not tell anyone. If you decide to fight back, to reach out to someone and tell them about how I make you live, all hell will break lose. No one must find out, no one can crack this shell that I have covered you with. I have created you, this thin, perfect, achieving child. You are mine and mine alone. Without me, you are nothing. So do not fight back. When others comment, ignore them. Take it into stride, forget about them, forget about everyone that tries to take me away. I am your greatest asset, and I intend to keep it that way.
(Ana fades away)
Jesse; (sits there with wide eyes, staring at nothing)
 


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