365 Short Horrors

     Previously in the Trauma Saga, Morgan struggled with an eating disorder for most of her life. But she fought back and fought back hard. When a demon showed her who was really in control, Morgan knew what she had to do, kill this demon off for good. Fighting with every ounce of strength she has, she managed to save herself from the demon, who took control of her body and was going to make her do horrible and twisted things to herself. But instead of the demon dying, it fled her body, ran out the front door and past Morgan's mother, who had come by to check on her.     [It's recommended that you read every story up to this point, or at least stories 3-6 to understand what's happening here. This story is lore heavy.]       Rage burned through my entire chest cavity as I charged down the hallway of this disgusting apartment building. Door after door, floor after floor until I was finally outside. Why did that despicable human have to live so high...

     I stepped out of the bathroom and shook off the harshness that had come over me. Had that actually happened? It felt so real but at the same time it felt like walking through a dream. Or rather, a nightmare.     I took my place back at the table and saw the worried look on my parents faces. They asked me if everything was okay and I nodded. I stared down at my plate and saw the heaping pile of spaghetti before me. It looked so intimidating and I wanted to push it away, to tell my parents I was full just to avoid taking another bite. But the smell of it was wonderful. It reminded me of childhood, something my mom made all the time that I would scarf down while watching cartoons in the evening. Back in the day before I cared what I looked like. When I only cared about being happy in my own skin without a care in the world.     I still vaguely remember the conversation I had with myself in the bathroom. It told me that none of this was worth it. That...

This part 2 of 3 dives deeper into the eating disorder, specifically going into detail of just how daunting of a task recovery actually is. If you’re sensitive to this kind of thing, be careful reading this part of the story. * * *  The road to recovery was a bit shakier than I was expecting. It's weird how you can sit in the moment of feeling motivated to make a change for the better in your life, but once you actually step up to it you start to realize how real it actually is.     Just yesterday I felt that burning in my chest that I wanted to do this for myself, for that little girl who was bullied by some dumb kids, for the younger me who went too far in trying to impress people. The motivation for it started a burning flame in my chest but now it feels like that fire is actively being extinguished by all the questions and thoughts swirling around my head. Is this what I really want? What if I don't like the food I'm going to eat? What if it makes me sick? But what if...