bitter taste.

Zane sighed as he scrolled through the comments of his recent Instagram post. Hackle was out of the house, so he had nothing else to do to cure his boredom. He smiled as he noticed a comment complimenting him, liking it and responding with a thank you. Suddenly, he got a notification. It was a DM from a fan. He opened it, curious as to what the fan said. His face dropped as he read the DM. He felt tears form in his eyes. "you need to lose some fucking weight man. You look disgusting. Put down the candy bars LMAO", the 'fan' had said. He knew he should ignore it. Just block them and move along with his day. But he couldn't. A few tears ran down his face as Zane stared at the message. His mind started racing. He put his phone down on the couch, hands slightly shaking. Hackle and the rest of the Haunted Mound always told Sematary he was very skinny and to just ignore the body shaming, but he couldn't. It wasn't something he could just ignore. He had always struggled with his body image. He had his high school bullies to thank for that. He wiped a few tears from his cheek as he stood, heading to the bathroom. He didn't bother to close the door behind him, knowing he would still be home alone for hours and wouldn't have to hide the noises of him coughing from Hackle. He took off the rings on his right hand and sat down cross-legged in front of the toilet. He sobbed as he lifted the toilet seat and brought his fingers up to his mouth. He didn't want to do it, but he didn't want to be fat either. Zane couldn't stand the thought of having the slightest bit of meat on his bones. He hesitantly opened his mouth, putting in two of his fingers. He gagged as soon as they hit the back of his throat. He hated the feeling, but couldn't manage to stop himself. At this point, it was just routine for him. He would see or hear a negative comment about his body and purge. After, he would usually get comforted by Hackle and smoke an entire pack of cigarettes. But Hackle wasn't here. Wasn't here to stop him, hold him and tell him he was actually very skinny and that trolls were just trying to get under his skin. Sem was partially grateful that Hackle was out, probably shopping somewhere. This way, he would be able to purge with no repercussions from his friend. Zane kept on making his fingers hit the back of his throat, coughing in pain from the constant gagging and spit coming up from his mouth. Finally, after a few minutes of useless attempts, something came up. He spat up his lunch into the toilet bowl, cringing at the taste in his mouth. He debated stopping and just going take a nap, but he decided against that and once again put his fingers in his mouth. They hit the back of his throat once again, instantly causing more vomit to come up. He groaned, feeling exhausted and grossed out from the taste in his mouth. He shakily stood up and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He made a face at the disgusting fluid in the toilet, putting the lid down and flushing it. Zane felt disgusted with himself. He turned off the light in the bathroom and walked back into the living room. He grabbed a lighter and a cigarette, sighing as he sat back down on the couch. As he lit his cigarette, he looked up at the window, noticing Hackle's truck pull up in the driveway. He sighed, thankful his best friend didn't come home while he was still in the bathroom. As the door was unlocked by Hackle, Sematary made the quick decision to not tell him what happened. Hackle smiled as Zane took a drag from his cigarette, clueless as to what had just occured a few minutes ago.