Tessa took a deep breath once she was in her darkened room, she had put a blanket over the window, she hated the sun when she was tired, but who was she kidding she wasn’t going to be able to sleep, for one she was so sleep deprived she wasn’t even tired and she was still slightly on a high from the drugs she had taken at the beginning of her shift. She made sure to lock her door behind her, before turning on her radio slightly load so that she couldn’t hear the others she could drown everything out, but it was obnoxiously load. She stripped down to her lacy purple bra and matching thong. She examined her body in the oval shaped full body mirror. Any normal girl would love to have her body but all she saw was fat, she saw a 200 pound girl, not an unhealthy 105 pound girl. She slipped some pajama shorts on before heading to the bathroom.
She opened her bathroom door it was a Jack and Jill bathroom that connected her room to Michaels, that was probably the only time she ever communicated with him, they didn’t exactly have the same schedule and she had only ever officially met him once and the club and he never even tipped her. She scoffed at the thought, she was use to always being tipped. She went into the small bathroom with a shower and toilet it having a separate door from the sinks. She locked it behind her hoping he wouldn’t come in.
She leaned over the toilet this had almost become a ritual for her. She threw up before and after every meal. She had weighed 130 pounds before she started doing this. Her body had become so use to throwing up she could almost do it out of impulse now. But, it was going to be a bit more difficult seeing as she hadn’t eating in the last 16 hours she really had nothing in her stomach but bile. She pulled her hair back into a pony tail as she started to couch, her body was fighting back hard, but eventually it caved. After she was satisfied with how much she had thrown up she flushed the toilet and made her way out of the bathroom. Brushing her teeth and feeling a little more confident as she looked at herself in the mirror.
She made her way back into her room and digging threw one of her drawers as she looked for her medication, when she was sixteen she use to have panic attacks, due to a car accident she was in. But, those attacks were long gone, but she pretended to keep having them so the doctor would continue to fill the prescription. She popped three, which was enough to kill someone had they not been training their body for the past three years.