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Trapped in My Own Mind

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Naked; trapped in a dark room sitting on only a little wooden chair, unable to move for she was bound with vines laced with thorns. Wound tightly around her hands and legs resulting in blood for even the slightest stir. Food was thrown at her; never could she eat it though. As eating would involve movement of hands which was too much pain to suffer through for food. That is until one day after she was so weak; finally she just opened her mouth when food was pelted at her. It all tasted so delicious after much starving. When she awoke for her next "feeding" expecting to be smart she opened her mouth ready for food. Scared though when, instead of food, scales and mirrors where thrown at her. The glass from the mirrors shattered around her while the scales bruised everywhere they hit. Leaving her in tears; finally it stopped. Then out of nowhere two voices could be heard. Screaming and screeching about; telling her how fat she was, how she needed to lose weight, and how they couldn't believe she would actually eat anything knowing how big it would make her. Scared she tried to cover her ears forgetting that her hands were bound. She let out a whimper as the thorns ripped her skin; then returning them back to the neutral position of which caused no pain. Still the two voices screeched on through the night. Eventually she willed herself to sleep after much screaming and crying to try and make the voices stop. When awoken in the morning she looked at herself in the shards of glass scattered around the floor from before. Picking out every little flaw she saw in herself. Quietly the voices praised her but when she thought she saw something good the voices would screech until she pushed the thought out of her head. Then the voices would go quieter again and praise for when she pointed out flaws. The voices began to speak amongst themselves leaving her to think they had gone again. She was far from right though. The voices were discussing how they thought she was growing smarter and deserved to be able to walk around a bit. After much discussion the voices decided she could be let into the real world again but when out she must always be on leash. With that the voices approached her, not being voices anymore though. They slowly emerged out of the shadows; bodies beginning to take shape; faces becoming more detailed. She screamed in fright but when she did that her bonds tightened reducing her sound down to only a muffled cry. One had bright blonde hair, blue eyes, a perfect body, and wore only a light blue coloured bikini. She introduced herself to be Ana. The other wore brown one stars, camo skinny jeans, a hunter green tank top, had green eyes, and brownish blonde hair. She introduced herself to be Mia. They told her she could go back to the real world as long as she promised to report to them every night all calories that were taken in. Stupidly agreeing not know what she was really getting herself into she quickly dressed in the clothes they threw upon her.  Right before she walked out the door Ana called. As soon as she looked back she had a bracelet of the vine with thorns on it tightly around her wrist. Then as quickly as that happened she was pushed back into reality. People surrounded her, told her they were worried about her. She asked why all of them said because she wasn't eating and they thought she might be forcing food back up. They told her she didn't need to be doing that, that she was beautiful the way she was. If she let one of those thoughts linger to long in her head the thorns squeezed tightly around her wrist until she "remembered" all they were really doing was lying to her. At the end of the day when it was time for her to go back Ana and Mia she thought she was relieved but when she returned a journal was left in the chair. She sat down and opened it up as she did this she could feel the vines wrapping around her legs trapping her once more yet she continued to read the note that had been left. The note told for her to write all calories down and total it at the bottom. So she started, being consumed little by little into the wicked minds of Ana and Mia. Later that night Mia emerged with a bowl and a little collapsible wall. She put the bowl in the corner with the "wall" around it; then walked over to her and told her to get up and go to the bowl. Without a missed step she did exactly as she was told. On her knees in front of the bowl Mia told her what a fat girl she was and how she needed to get rid of all the calories she had taken in from the day. More and more taunting until finally she heaved up food coughing and choking on it. Again and again Mia told her to do it; again and again she did it listening to Mia. Finally she pushed back Mia and said she had had enough for the night. Mia agreed to let her be down and sent her back to the chair of which she was bound again by the vines. This time though, some of the thorns were gone, she said nothing about it though.  The same routine was repeated day after day. Each day thorns would also mysteriously disappear though she never mentioned anything about it. Finally one day when she was living in reality she took off that wretched bracelet made of wound vines and thorns. Not only did she take it off but she threw it back into the deepest despairs of which she had been living in. Both Ana and Mia let out a scream when they saw this, telling her she couldn't do it. They told her the she couldn't live without them and maybe that's true but when she is living with them now; it will just be to take care of them when they come home drunk. Not for them to "care" for her because she doesn't need them anymore. She is ready to live life without the pain she has had to carry around for so long.
So this has pretty much been my mind set for a while and just recently was I able to feel like I started to reach that last part. I am hoping that soon I will be able to go around not having to worry about what I eat and how many calories it will add or if it adds to many do I need to throw it up. I'm ready to TRY to be without Ana and Mia.
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