130 Days

Day 119

After using a mirror to attempt styling my hair, for the first time in months, I splash cold water on my face, as if that will make my old reflection come back. I look so skinny... Not sexy skinny, sick skinny. Malnourished and bony. It's then that I notice the small metal scale on the floor in the corner of the bathroom. I walk over to it to find it working, but I'm scared to find out how much I weigh... How much weight I've lost. After all, going from a normal diet to half a small meal a day is not healthy. If canned green beans can even be considered a meal... I look in the mirror again. My bones aren't jutting out, but my clothes hang looser. I'm not starving to death, but what if my body is? I am noticeably weaker and scrawnier than I used to be. Leo and I have both become pretty lanky.

I have to know.

"Leo, how much did you weigh before? Like last year, I mean?" I ask, loud enough for him to hear me in the main room of the house.

"Uh, I don't know, like one-seventy-ish?" He replies. "Why?"

"Come in here." I call. He soon joins me in the bathroom beside the scale. He takes the hint and steps on to weigh himself; he is one-hundred and nine pounds.

"Shit!" He exclaims with a bit of a laugh. "Okay, your turn. I'll be a gentleman and not ask about your previous weight." He says, smiling goofily.

"One-thirty-five." I tell him anyway, taking a deep breath before stepping onto the scale. I now weigh ninety-two pounds.

"We didn't even have to join a gym or Nutrisystem!" Leo cheers with sarcasm. I don't know why I'm so scared by this... as if I didn't know we were starving. As if our nutrition matters at all anymore. Our stomachs have already shrunk and there is a solar storm coming to destroy us. Any day now.

A/N- Keep reading. Keep voting. Almost there, bookworms.