“This is the last time,” the girl said as she took her index fingers and pushed them down her throat, and watched the remains of dinner leave her body. The girl stood up and cringed when she saw the remains of her Caesar salad swirling on the china and sliding away silently. The girl walked to the bathroom sink under the mirror, "I'll never do this again," she said looking from the sink to her reflection in the mirror. He slowly wiped the corners of his mouth and wiped the remaining saliva from his fingers and mouth. “This is the last time, this is the last time,” he repeated in his mind, “this was the last time.” He always felt remorse after doing it, but for some reason he could never stop. But this year the girl promised herself to feel better, to do better, to be better, and the only way she knew to do that was to stop, but she couldn't. Even though the girl didn't remember much about her childhood she remembered that it all started when she was young. He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he realized he had the chipmu...