Skinny

[Hey readers! (if there are any.) This is something i've been writing lately. Its in the early stages so, i hope you enjoy it.]
~Anna~
  My shallow breathes were all i could hear. There were whispers though. Whispers that surrounded me. And the brightness. Moving shadows. And all that white. The big, broad, frightenening white. I felt naked, stripped and exposed. Without any fabric to cling to.

  I couldn't catch what the whispers were saying. They were far away, but i could sense them. Their wicked little vibrations that sneeked onto my ear drums. They bulit up, like a wall. Trapping me within themselves. Words like "ugly" and "fat" crossed my mind. I cringed at the thought of them.
 
   Out of a sudden, i felt the urge to move. So i started running. Spreading my legs out wide infront of me and pushed myself forward. Run, Anna, RUN.

    There wasn't a way out. Caged like an animal.

   Defeated, i crouched down and stared at my hands. Mama always said that i had the most beautiful hands. 'моя Анна с ее красивые руки' she would say. My Anna with her beautiful hands. Now, as i look at them, i felt ashamed. What used to be long and elegant fingers, are now bony and crude. My once fair and luminescent skin is now of a sickly, almost transluscent colour. I reached them out to study them. I could see the veins under my skin, purple-ish blue, as if it bruised. I couldn't look away. They were haunting me. I clench them, just to see what they'll look like. They almost crunched, the bones, the joints, they popped out. They were so clear when they shouldn't have been. What have you done, Anna? I shut my eyes tight.

'What have i done?'

  [Ok. That was it. That was like a prolouge. Hope you liked it. If you want, you can leave me some comments. I don't mind if they are negative. (Yes. I'm that desperate.) just say something. In my stupid little dream land. I know there is someone out there reading this stuff and i hope that someone liked it. Anyway, thank you.]