Writing To Abigail

**THIS STORY MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SELF HARM AND EATING DISORDERS!**

Abigail was my best friend.
She disappeared one day and never came back.
Well that's what they want me to think.
But I know what happened.
You gave me the note, and promised to meet me again in heaven some day.
I write letters to Abigail every day, hoping maybe she'd read them, maybe she could help.
Sometimes I can feel her, but she's not here.
Abby, please save me?

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7. July 2

July 2, 2012

Abigail, 

Fuck. I gave in Abby. I gave in to the delicious yet disgustingness of food. Damn cereal. So simple, yet so good, and terrorizing. Why does it have to be like this? Why can't I be one of those girls who are skinny and don't even try. Like that's just who they are. And that's who I want to be. But I'm not. I'm ginormous. I'm huge, disgusting. The fattest person you've ever seen in your life. Obese. Fucking size 5. Size 5. Ew. Ew. Gross. I can't ever shut up about this, and I absolutely won't until I'm thin. A stick. A twig. An invisible little bitch.

Fuck.

I can't eat anything else today, I just can't. I don't care if my mother makes dinner, slaves away over the kitchen stove for two hours, I don't care. I won't eat. Nope. I just can't. 

I'll probably be like twenty pounds more than I was yesterday.

Cuz I'm so huge.

I can't purge.

I just have no way of getting away with it right now.

Why?

Fat ass, Tori

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