Pasta and Regrets

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*TW- Calories, counting calories, purging, vomiting. DO NOT READ IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU. Send me a message or comment in the authors note section and I will give you a non-triggering recap*







When FRIDAY tells me that dinner is ready, I go into the dining room. I sit between Nat and Peter at the table. Between my brother and a literal trained assassin, there is no way I can hide my food in my napkin. Everyone begins to get food once we are all seated. Spaghetti and meatballs. I stare at everyone getting plates piled high in noodles, spaghetti sauce, and meatballs. Nat nudges me.

"You okay?" She whispers. I nod and reach for the noodles. I put a small portion on my plate, about 100 calories worth. Peter passes me the sauce, and I put about 50 calories worth on my noodles. That is 150 calories more than I wanted to have today. My hands shake as I push the food around on my plate. 

"Not hungry?" Steve asks. I look at him, confused.

"You haven't taken a bite. Are you not hungry?" Steve asks again. I shrug.

"Guess not." I reply.

"But-" Peter starts. I kick him under the table. 

"Even if you aren't hungry, you still should eat." Peter tells me. I take a small bite of my pasta. Regret fills my mind. I end up finishing the entire plate.

After everyone is finished, I excuse myself to my room. I go into my bathroom. I grab my toothbrush and hold it near the end with the bristles.  I stick it against the back of my throat, making myself cough. A few more minutes of that, and my dinner is flushed down the toilet.













Author's note

Hey. Seriously. I am out of ideas. I need help. Please. I do not know what to do. HELP ME!

Stay safe, don't do drugs, and stay in school.

Love you!

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