120 pounds - fairly normal for a height of five foot eight

So I thought. 

But not the voices in her head.

Shouting, tyrannizing.

"Not skinny enough!"

Watching as shine fades away, the glitter in her eyes lost,

marks appearing on her skin.

Shaking with a desperate glee as she tells me 

she found a new way to get rid of the fat.

Nothing works,

not my words, nor our friends, or even her boyfriend's.

Her body shrinks and shrivels day after day,

puking out what little goes in

hysterical when the suggestion of stopping the diet comes up.

Her parents long since given up,

focusing more on the little sister,

friend after friend leaving out of exasperation and 

endless, constant phone calls,

blocking the deranged fat-obssessed girl.

Until only I am left, but she is nothing but a shell,

less than a shadow of her former self

always during class and lunch time,

us alone,

muttering in that high strung voice while shaking.

"Must lose more weight."

Deprived, nutrientless skin hands on brittle bones,

hair falling out, screaming during phone calls at 3am

until she's finally in the hospital.

And I haven't seen her since.