The Journal of Anne Patricks
My bony fingers just flipped through your crisp pages. That New Year’s resolution seems childish now. Childish and stupid. There is nothing left now besides skin, bones, and a couple organs. I lost my brain the first day and my heart along the way. I might’ve even lost my soul, but I haven’t seen it disappear yet. Or maybe, I was just too focused on my goal to see it leave.
They say beauty is pain. As I sit up and etch these words to you, I realize that I have reached the point where I feel too much pain, so the aim for beauty is pointless. All those days I tortured myself to suffer and lose the fat are useless. Unspoken pressure to become skinny and happy has left me now here to wither and die.
This hospital room they have tried to make my home only reminds me of the hardship I went through to become this. Why did I choose to become this? Better question, why didn’t I see the signs. The ribs poked at the cover of my skin. The paleness glowed off my body. The dents placed beneath my cheekbones. This isn’t beauty. This is destruction.
The nurses have given me until Christmas day. They told me to look on the bright side, “You’ll be able to spend this last Christmas with your family.” Last. My last Christmas. My last Thanksgiving. My last Valentine’s day. My last year.
What I regret the most is Tommy. The one thing in my life that I loved and whom loved me back is gone. Every day, I am guilty for what I did to him. I am truly sorry, Tommy, and I still love you.
I must remember to give this notebook to my family to read after I die. My thoughts and progress are bound tight in this worn journal. I leave them this with this in hopes that they won’t become like me.
Anne
They say beauty is pain. As I sit up and etch these words to you, I realize that I have reached the point where I feel too much pain, so the aim for beauty is pointless. All those days I tortured myself to suffer and lose the fat are useless. Unspoken pressure to become skinny and happy has left me now here to wither and die.
This hospital room they have tried to make my home only reminds me of the hardship I went through to become this. Why did I choose to become this? Better question, why didn’t I see the signs. The ribs poked at the cover of my skin. The paleness glowed off my body. The dents placed beneath my cheekbones. This isn’t beauty. This is destruction.
The nurses have given me until Christmas day. They told me to look on the bright side, “You’ll be able to spend this last Christmas with your family.” Last. My last Christmas. My last Thanksgiving. My last Valentine’s day. My last year.
What I regret the most is Tommy. The one thing in my life that I loved and whom loved me back is gone. Every day, I am guilty for what I did to him. I am truly sorry, Tommy, and I still love you.
I must remember to give this notebook to my family to read after I die. My thoughts and progress are bound tight in this worn journal. I leave them this with this in hopes that they won’t become like me.
Anne
64 Comments
Sad and touching. I gave you a five star vote. Good luck with the contest!
Thanks for your support!!!!
That is so incredibly sad. I can guess what's happened to her. That's absolutely terrible, and I already sympathize with this Anne of yours. Your descriptions were absolutely perfect; your character already perfectly developed; your plot intriguing. I want to read more so badly, and I'm near tears with the realization that she doesn't have long anymore - she seems like such a beautiful being. This is going straight to my favourites.
Also, I just wanted to say that you're a brilliant writer.
I honestly would say the exact same thing: complete agreement.
BREEEEEEE!!! Thank you so much for your support all the time. I wish you Happy Holidays you fantastic human being.
Also, saw that you won the last Story Contest. You deserve it :)
Awww would it be bad if I said I agree with others and didn't post anything original?
IT'S OKAY!!! I am thankful that you read this and liked it :)
This is truthfully one of the writings that actually touched me. Even though it's just one chapter, I actually felt a connection. Thank you.
THANK YOU!!!! I can always count on you to be supportive!! And some others... A chapter will be up soon.
I've got no comment. Brilliant work!
Thank you!!
It really is my pleasure. Your stories just keep on getting better. Also, thank you for wishing me happy holidays! The same goes for you. (:
And thanks!
I'm thankful that you wrote it! It's amazing! If biochemisty doesn't work out than you should be a famous best selling author!
Omg I have tears in my eyes!!!! I feel so bad for Anne and I hate those other people in her memories.how is it even possible that in only 2 chapters you make your characters so 3-dimensional and real?
If you don't win there is something seriously wrong.
Well, not many people are reading it... so unless I did superbly, I will not win.
But, thank you for your comment!! You're always so sweet!
ASTONISHING job, Mikayla! Very realistic, given that a lot of girls become self-conscious about their bodies.
Thank you!!!!!
You will win! You just got to bevieve. It always works.... Except in flying. Ice Age thought us a very important lesson. "Just because you can believe you can fly doesn't mean you can". But it works with anything else. If you dont win I will march up to Quibblo and have some... Words.
Aww, you are too sweet!!