A week later, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I could see visible changes in myself. I had lost tremendous weight, my hair was dry, my face had no shine, and my lips were chapped. I didn't look like myself at all.
-Burst-
The locked door burst open. A man fuming in utter rage walked in. His hands were tightly folded into his fists, his nerves visible, his jaw tensed, as he glared at me before uttering, "What do you think you are doing?"
He added, "Why are you refusing to eat?"
I turned my head away, refusing to talk to him. Stomping his feet, he moved in front of my eyes. Even if I did turn my head away, he would still be visible through the corners of my eyes.
I raised my hand to look at him only to get frightened by his scary face. "Leave me alone."
"Leave you alone?" He growled.
I shut my eyes tightly and covered my ears with my hands. He grabbed my chin harshly and lifted my head, making me look at him forcefully.
