Anne didn't know if she really had a death wish.
It could be the overbearing pressure of the imminent internals. It could be the backfire of her brain tailing a more than two months' suppression of stress and tension. It could even be her idle bones playing tricks on her willpower - and triumphing, it seemed.
It came to her slowly and gently, like a mist. It wrapped itself around her gracefully enough, so that she doesn't notice how far up she was enveloped. Then, it happened - just as slowly as it had begun. She felt like a person under a spell. Her conscience was there, her limbs were working - and oh, how every nerve and muscle within her screamed at her: Wake up! Wake up! - but none of them were registered in her head. As she devoured movies after movies, procrastinating every prescious second she couldn't afford to fritter away in this ridiculous manner, all she ever wanted to do was to slap herself and say : Get your lazy butt up! However, her mind kept on whispering : Everything will be fine.
In a way, it reminded her of the scene from Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief, where Percy, Annabeth and Grover were lured into Lotus Casino - it's large glittering billboard reads : You'll never want to leave.
So, whatever the hell was wrong with her, Anne knew it : She should put a stop to it. All these reckless behaviours had gone long enough. Tomorrow would be - as she put it - the day of purging. She needs to get all those extra carbs out of her system and all those devilish whispers out of her head. Her willpower is strong. She will do it. Nothing can thwart her. She's Anne, after all.
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