Chapter 2

Two weeks locked in the attic has gone by, and yet no one has come up to see if Alright. I lasted these two weeks with only a meal a day while doing extensive workout routines. The results are almost to noticeable to ignore. I smiled at the thought. I look at myself in the mirror aggressively grabbing onto my sides.

*Tsk, it's still not enough. I need to lose more, more ,more...

I begin to claw at my stomach hoping it will get smaller.Tears begin to roll down my face.

"Just a bit more" I cried. I'll definitely do whatever it takes to get where I need to be. Maybe I should go on a stricter diet. No food for two more weeks, it's no big deal.

Two weeks later...

The food has been sitting in the same place since its been received, rotting in the corner of the attic. Too weak Too move but I'm sure I've lost more weight. I smile estatically

To pass time trying not to think about the hunger pains I've read all the books on the book shelf in here. I've even written essays on each book. I hear footsteps from downstairs. There heading this way. Some one walks up to the attic door and opens it. a plate of food appears with a glass of water.

"Today is the day! The first time I get to eat in two weaks". I crawl of the bed and towards the food. The attic door immediately shuts and locks. I hear the footsteps get distant. I start scarring down the food unconcerned about what it was I was eating. I didn't care, I only consumed the food so that I'd have enough time to look in the mirror.

I've licked the plate clean. Unsatisfied with my behavior up until now I still had no energy to move. I crawled back into my bed waiting for me to have the energy to stand up. To no avail I was still to weak. I looked around the room, looking for something to support me as I wall. There it was, my grandfather's cane. I crawled back off the bed and towards the cane. I grabbed the cane and used it to help myself up.

"Finally! Now, what I've been waiting for". I scurry to the mirror in the corner. The anticipation I held was getting stronger by the second. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself in the mirror.

A thick smile is plastered on my face. "I've had to have lost 20 pounds!" I, I have become what I have hated most. Now I must become someone that is worse then fear. As we all know, you can't fear what you've overcome.

I aytempt to twirl around, but I fall to thr ground due to my legs giving out. A loud thump sound was made when I hit the ground. I wasn't even surprised when no one came to see if I was hurt. Now, how do I show them what I've become...

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