Whippet Tales 2.0- Spring of 2015 Volume 3 | Page 10

Spring Whippet Tales
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To Be Thin
By: Cameron Smedley
Camila winced in pain as the knife was drawn across her forearm. She opened her eyes slightly, daring
a peek at the new slice she had acquired. The blood trickled out like a calm stream at first, then the flow
became a section of rapids. This one would need stitches. The first time hadn’t been so bad, but of course they
never cut deep on your first time. It was more of a warning than anything. Now that Camila had ignored her
warning, she was paying the full price. She had already been forced to throw up all of her binge, but that was
not as bad as this, or what was to come. Mia sat across the blinding white table from her, wiping off the blade.
The whole room was blinding, almost like a dream. Bright lights bounced off of the snow white walls and floor
right at her. She looked down to see a puddle forming on the table under her arm, her white gown sleeve
soaked. She grabbed her arm, pulling her skin together to stop the bleeding. If she didn’t, she would pass out
soon, already becoming light headed.
“ I suppose now would be a good time to get a nurse to stitch that up. Or do you need more time to
think about what you’ve done?” Mia said this in a cold tone, never lifting her eyes off the blade in her hands.
Camila shuddered as she looked from her injured arm to Mia. Just Mia’s mere appearance frightened
her. Her dark hair black as night, and eyes such a razor blue Camila felt as if they would cut her just by taking a
glance at her. Of course, this wouldn’t be much different from what Mia had already done... She was strikingly
pale, every vain a blue river across her fragile body. She was so thin she looked as if she would break at the
slightest collision, yet was so strong and powerful, shooting fear through Camila’s body with the slightest
glance.
Camila fidgeted sligh K\