But I'm not hungry! Rachel screamed.
But you look hungry, my dear little bird, she said back in a tone of mopiness.
Rachel looked in the mirror. She looked healthy. Her body was devoid of nutrients, and her subconscious mind was unhappy. But consciously, she was elated to see how skinny she looked.
In the mirror, she did a dance. She liked to dance. She wanted to be a stripper, dancing on stage for money.
She went in the bedroom and started playing with her hair. She looked at the ragged split ends. She wanted to cut them off. She went and found scissors. It took a long time to find scissors while holding the split end. When she cut them off, she felt unhappy. This situation made her unhappy. No one notices split ends. She didn't notice them unless she looked. But she looked and saw them and needed to cut them off.
This went on for hours. After awhile, she started to feel less happy. The happy feeling in her mind was wearing off. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked at her eyes. They looked unhappy and bleak. She felt unhappy and bleak. The Adderall was wearing off.
She went downstairs for a coffee drink to make herself feel better. When she got downstairs, she was confronted with a situation. There were people gathered there talking amongst themselves.
Rachel was wearing a short shirt and jeans that fit badly. She looked kind of skeletal in a fashionable way. She stared at the crowd of people.
Rachel, this is your new team of doctors. We are going to get you healthy again, her mom said to her. Rachel noticed her mom had tears in her eyes.
Beev, I'm fine! I could eat if I wanted to but I don't want to!
That's what they all say. Rachel, you're anorexic. This pains me so much to see my favorite daughter anorexic. But you are. And we are getting you the help you need.
Rachel was whisked away to the doctor's where she was probed with needles. Afterwards, the men in coats took her to a ward in the hospital. There were men there who were very skinny, and women too. Rachel did not fit right in. They had hair issues and body odor issues. Rachel did not.
Rachel was screaming on the inside. She was screaming, Where is my good friend Adderall? That would make this okay!
No Adderall anymore. Said a physician there. This is the ward for eating disorders. Only food.
Rachel screamed out loud. She was stuck in this place! What horror! She didn't care about eating, she had no negative connotations with food. But without Adderall, she would want to eat more and be unhappy because her mind wasn't flooded with endorphins.
She was lead in to therapy. A man ran it. He brought in a pizza. He gave everyone a slice and told them to take a bite.
Anorexics shivered and chewed and swallowed. Rachel did too. She liked pizza. When she was done with the slice, she asked for another one. They gave her two more. She ate them both.
Anorexics looked at her and shook their heads. We don't know what they were thinking.
After she was done eating they told her to wait for a sermon. She was told about the benefits of eating. She liked hearing things about the benefits of eating because the Adderall hadn't worn off yet. She felt happy thinking her body was happy from the food. She sighed with pleasure.
After they were done, they had to do an assignment. Write a story about what food does to your mind. It could be a fun story or a serious story. Rachel wrote about eating food while on Adderall. It usually makes you unhappy, not always. Usually you don't want to eat and feel kind of gross.
After she wrote the story, she decided to get some coffee. She walked to the nurse's station and grabbed a cup of joe. When she sipped deeply, she drank more. She wanted to drink more than anyone else in the ward. She wanted to be the best coffee drinker anywhere.
Gold star Rachel. Gold star.
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