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My battle is over
The sun was shining. It seemed to be a beautiful day, but I woke up in reality. The harsh reality. I blinked a couple times and looked around me. My eyes felt weird. I stepped out of my bed and looked in the mirror. My eyes were tiny, tiny and red. I walked back to my bed and sat on it, while I thought about yesterday. I heard my dad screaming again. He was mad, he was mad because of me. My head, it hurts. Thinking about it hurts. I wish I could stop thinking about it. I didn’t want to think anymore. Never again. I don’t want to go on anymore. I can’t go on anymore. I grabbed my scale. “It’s all your fault..” I whispered. I knew I was lying. The scale isn’t what ruined my life. I did it myself. I ruined everything. I felt tears coming up. There’s nothing I can do anymore. I made my mother cry, I made my dad go mad and my sister doesn’t understand a thing from it, she probably hates me now too. I was her role model. She used to look up to me. I’ve ruined it. This happens when you get addicted to something. Eventually you are going to ruin everything. It will start very calm, but you will fall in a black hole, and it’s almost impossible to get out of it. I don’t have anything to live for anymore. I ruined my body, I ruined my social contacts and I ruined my family. Why isn’t there someone who understands me? I stepped on my scale. For years I’ve done that every single day. Every single morning. And no one noticed. Somehow I knew this would be the last time I was going to do this. “97 lbs”, it said. It wasn’t enough, it was never enough. I’m done with it, I can’t deal with this anymore and no one would miss me. I ruined it all and they would be better off without me. I opened my closet and picked the rope I had made a couple weeks ago. Finally I was going to use it. Finally I had my rest. Finally, my battle was over…

First of all, welcome to the site!
Telling from the piece you posted the story is about anorexia nervosa. The story however is different then what you would expect from a topic about anorexia nervosa. Usually the person who is diagnosed with anorexia has a distorted body self-perception. In your story we learn very little about the disease and more about her final moment and what has made her to undertake her final act. Your character as you have written woke up in the harsh reality but I believe she has been in that reality for a couple of weeks seeing by the fact she made a robe a few weeks prior to the event your describe. I know a friend who had anorexia nervosa and she found it tough to deal with reality, they generally don't except it. Your character does and that gives us an interesting point of view. She realizes what she has done with herself and to her family but her parents react, in my opinion, very weird. Her mothers cries and her dad yells. This reaction together with her own realization of the reality all count towards her final act.

All in all I find the piece very intriguing, her battle against her disease, her battle against reality very well written.

Met vriendelijke groet,

Glenn IJntema.