Josh goes on a major binge, and feels so guilty that he throws it up. :(
I can't even remember when I stop throwing up. I look at my floor and see an enormous pile of my sick. I can feel the acid burning my throat and nose. It hurts like a bitch I look at myself in the full mirror, my fat sticking out. I know I'm gonna go purge again, but my stomach has nothing in it. I grab a hoodie, and change pants, and go to the kitchen, grabbing all this shit. Cereal, sugar, milk, peanut butter, jam, I make 3 bowls of cereal and two pbj sandwiches. I indulge in my sin, and shovel food down my throat. I finish the food, and my mom looks at me.
"Wow, somebody's hungry!"
"I didn't have lunch," I say between shoveling another three bowls of cereal down myself.
Mom smiles at me, "I'm just glad you're eating sweetie, you've looked quite off for the past three months. I'm glad you're okay."
Good. She doesn't suspect anything.
"Hey mom, can I just call this dinner, and do homework in my room?" I ask, as I pat my disgustingly full, fat stomach.
She nods, and I excuse myself to purge once more.
I shove my index, and middle fingers down my throat, and activate my gag reflex. I watch as white creamy vomit comes out of my mouth, and into the toilet. It's all white from the milk I had. I heave again, more vomit coming out. I punch my full stomach, forcing more vomit to come out. Then, I see red in my vomit. I'm throwing up blood My head spins, and I start to vomit blood again, red staining the toilet.
I wonder why I'm not dead yet....oh right, it's because I am too goddamn weak.
Oh god...why am I still so fat?! I think as I vomit before falling asleep on the bathroom floor.
*my GOD THIS IS GETTING DEPRESSING!!! Anyway r&r please? Xo jules*