Eyes littered with bruises, spine protruding out to greet the nearest object with a painful twist. Tears dripping down in a soft motion, barely audible, barely visible... barely there. Pillow soaked with tears of heartbreak and lost salvation... of paradise< and dreams. Her body screams back in it's monotone, "Please just eat something. Anything." Eyes cloudy, fingers shaking violently, and her body threatening to collapse. Praying, screaming, shouting for protection... from the cold, from the scale, from herself. "Surrender. Your goal is long since lost. There's no point in fighting anymore." Eyelids falling as lashes meet lashes, faded mascara mixing together to form the color of cigarette ashes. Combing through quickly thinning hair, and peering down at the brush only to see the hair she once prided herself for; duller... more destroyed and sullen than ever. And she prays to herself night after night, "One more day in paradise, I can finally let go tomorrow... One more day of lost salvation, I can return to paradise when I'm finally good enough." The scale gleams up at one-four-four, and she frowns as the tears well up inside her chest. Never small enough to make herself disappear... No where near good enough to evaporate. Not even their prayers can save her now.