• Highest Ranking #1 in Bulimia •
•Highest Ranking #1 in Free Mental Illness •
He's a quarterback struggling with a secret eating disorder that's destroying his life.
She's a food-fanatic who loves every curve in her beautiful body.
When their scho...
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I slam my car door shut and make my way up my house's porch. It's cold for a spring day, which I'm sort of happy about. Cold days mean training isn't as brutal, though every breath is painful as if frost is crawling up my veins.
I push the front door open, dropping my gym bag on the floor as I stretch out my limbs. God my body has been so tired.
I'm not dumb either, like before. I know it's because I'm not eating, and If I am It's just purged out of my system. I'm not going to pretend I'm perfectly fine, I'm not gonna lie and say this is normal. Because it's not. I know it isn't. My body is being starved of energy, and there's nothing I can do about it. Well, nothing I want to do anyway.
Getting help isn't even worth it anymore. What for, I don't have Cira, or Andrew, or even my family to get healthy for. And I'm not gonna do it myself.
I enter the living room, where I walk in on my parent's in a deep conversation, which is abruptly ended when they notice me.
"Hey honey," Mom says standing up from our sofa. "Can we talk to you?"
I immediately begin to panic, but I just swallow and nod my head.
"Will- Andrew and Cira stopped by, they're worried about you,"Mom says slowly.
Worried about me? Yeah right, which is why they haven't spoken to me in so long.
"We're worried about you."
That's when I notice my moms quivering lips, my dad's numb expression- and I realize they know, they know everything I've been keeping a secret. And It's too much.
"They don't know what they're talking about," I say with a clipped tone. "I'm fine."
"Please, don't lie Will." My mom says, her voice cracking as she nears, her hands find my hands and she holds onto them.
She lets out a small gasp as her fingers gently graze the bruises and cuts on my knuckles.
They know.
"Oh." My mom says, as her expression breaks, her face contorting into a pained one as she sobs. She sounds destroyed.
I pull back my hands defensively, as I find my dad's glassy eyes.
"I thought everything was back to normal" Dad whispers, shaking his head in disbelief. "What is it this time?"
"It's- I" It's getting hard to breathe, to see, to stand. I can feel my heart pumping against my chest, and then everything too loud.
My composure breaks for the first time since my fight with Cira. Everything is too much.
"I don't know what it is this time!' I shout, my voice thick and pained. "I don't know dad. I just."
