chapter 2

This chapter begins the day after the last chapter. Alice has just come back from school...

 For ALice, the bullying was getting worse. They would lure her into the girls bathroom and then smash her against everything. It bruised her physically, but nothing could describe the pain she felt mentally.

School was hell for her. Her teachers hated her as well. They all purposely changed her answers so they were wrong and they were constantly making remarks about her appearance. 

 Her anorexia isn't getting any better. She still feels like she's fat. She will often break down into tears after making herself vomit into the toilet. She finds it embarrassing, but necessary.

 Alice often stares at herself in the mirror. It's not because she is vain, or because she wants to show off. It is because she wants to punish herself for her anorexia by staring at what she gets from it. The skinny, stick-figure body. Her own mother is fatter than her.

You may be wondering why she doesn't just stop. It's because she can't. Making herself throw up has become a habit that she can't stop. The self-conciousness she feels is too much.

 She often breaks down and just sobs quietly while sitting in the chair she put in the corner of her room. It's nice and dark there, which is why she likes it. If she's there, no one, not even herself, can see her horrible body.

 That afternoon she left home for awhile. She went to the school and collapsed outside, sobbing and wailing.

Meanwhile, her parents had their first conversation about Alice's being. It didn't end well though. Nothing changed because of it either.

 "Maybe we should talk to Alice. She's been spending a lot of time alone and I've noticed some bruises on her. I don't like hearing her screaming when I come home from work, either."

 "How dare you say that! Whatever Alice is going through is what she deserves! She is an evil, snobby girl who thinks she can get whatever she wants! I will not allow that behaviour from her or you!"

 "Whoa! I'm sorry, sweetie. I won't do it again. Please forgive me."

 "Fine. Just, don't mention her name or anything to do with her around me, okay?"

 It was then that Alice came home. She slowly dragged herself up the stairs, the last few tears from her previous crying session falling onto her feet.

"Mum, Dad, I'm home!" Alice yelled out as she entered the house.

 "What did I tell you about yelling in this house?! How dare you ignore my rules! Go to your room now for the rest of the day, or face more punishment!" Her mother started attacking Alice as soon as she entered.

 Alice ran upstairs, screaming out illegible words at her as she went. Tears were already streaming down her face and with each step she became weaker and weaker.

 She leaned against the wall in her corner, pushing the chair in front of her. It was almost like protection to her. Not that a simple chair could protect her. Tears stained her face. It was all she could manage to just stand there and let them fall. She couldn't even muster up the strength to make noise.

She looked up and noticed her father's bar across the hall. The many different coloured bottles look very appealing. She walked over to them. One or two drinks wouldn't hurt, right? Alice thought this as she picked up some bottles and began to mix some drinks.