Ana. Mia. BED.
Ana. Mia. BED.
Ana. Mia. BED.
Ana. Mia. BED.
My head is pounding, my thoughts are racing, my heart is hurting, the heat is building, my limbs are shaking, tears are falling.
Everything is too fast, too fast, too fast, I can't think.
The mirror hates me and I hate it and I hate what i see in it, not just my appearance but my self too.
I am choking. I am choking on myself. On my own thoughts. On my own tears.
 Help, I scream, but no one answers.
 I curl up on the floor, still too hot, still to fast, still too wet, wet, wet, from tears soaking everything.
 And then, and then, and then, then, then, then then then it stops, the pounding, racing, hurting, building, shaking, falling.
 A voice. A voice answers me.
She tells me how to save myself, how to fix my problems.
 It's so simple, and she's so reassuring, and she stopped the racing, hurting, shaking, falling.
 I ask her name.
Ana, she tells me.
 Her name is Ana.
 I don't notice the stars fade away from the sky.
My world is too busy spinning.