"What are you doing?" She asked me, he face contorted in disgust.
"...eating."
"Again? You have eaten three bags of popcorn, three packets of chocolate, and a million other things. You are getting fat. Pig." She laughed as I looked down.
I have gained weight... maybe I could get rid of a few pounds, it will be okay.
And so I tried... for a day, and then she came back, "You haven't eaten. You will become anorexic."
"No I won't, it's just for a day." I stopped the treadmill, and then left for my room to sleep.
The next day, I ate nothing. At lunch, at school, I sat silent. Not wanting to eat, but my stomach growled and I ate as much as I could.
"Heh... pig..." she whispered in my ear. "You're weak."
I felt guilt engulf me. As soon as I got home, I searched for anything and everything to eat.
That night, I ate so much, I felt sick. Wrappers were hidden under my pillows and behind my bed in shame. I cried as she laughed.
This is every week, I will get used to it.
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The Conversations of Her and I
Non-FictionThe conversation of a simply depressed kid and their gremlins. Trigger warning: self harm, eating problems, depression, suicide, etc Don't read if you have almost any triggers, I love you and wish for your safety love
