She bleeds and she cries but shes only denied.

For the first time in her life she can feel hunger scratching at her insides. She doesn't like it, she tries to fight it, oh she tries to fight it. But she loses the internal battle with herself. For the first time in her life she can't even think straight because of the pains occurring inside of her. Searching the cupboards but she's denied, told not to eat past ten pm, its bad for her body, it'll make her fat. For once she actually needs someone to talk to, but of course the one person she needs is out of site, just for the moment of course. So she sits in a dark, and lonely corner, clutching at her sides, once again. Trying to hold her body shut from breaking apart from the pains occurring in her stomach. Nails are digging into her skin, once again, but this time there's no one there to save her. No one to hold her tight through all of the shaking, to hold her hand as she attempts to hide the cries. She's all alone in the world, just for the moment, and she knows it, but at the moment, she's still very, very alone.