Bulimia(Luke Hemmings)

Five

*Lukes POV*

I looked in the mirror and all I saw was fat. Pounds of it. Tons of it even. And I'd just eaten that entire tray of food. It was gross. I peaked under the stalls to make sure no one else was in the bathroom before locking myself in one of them. I took a couple of deep breaths before shoving my fingers down my throat violently. It took a couple of tries before I finally vomited the contence of my stomach into the toilet. Just when I thought I was done, I vomited straight acid. It was honestly horrifying. When I finished, I stood up, bracing myself on the wall of the stall. I stumbled out and made my way to the sinks where I splashed cold water on my face. My throat burned and I felt like I was going to pass out, but at least, I thought to myself, I'll be skinny soon. I found my way back to the food court and smiled at Nora. She was so lucky. She was so beautiful and thin and perfect. I wished I could be like her. I wished I could be thin.

"Hey, Nora" I greeted as I approached the table. She smiled up at me and stood

"Hey, Luke. Ready to go?" She asked I nodded and put an arm carelessly around her shoulders, making sure not to put the full weight of my fat arm on her. I was utterly joyous when she looked up at me and said

"Luke, your arm is so tiny! It barely weighs a thing!" I let a wide smile spread across my face. This whole throwing up thing was really starting to work.

*Noras POV*

I was concerned that Lukes arm weighed so little, and that it felt so small on my shoulders. He was quite thin when I thought about it. But judging by the am mount he ate, he probably had a fast metabolism or something. We walked leisurely back to our houses and sighed. I had to say I was sad to depart from him, but I did.

When I entered the house, I heard my mother singing along to some main stream song on the radio. She always thought she was youbger than she was. It was rather disturbing.

"Mother I'm home!" I called. She came into the kitchen and smiled, poking my arm

"How was your date?" She asked in a sing song voice. I rolled my eyes

"I wish it was a date. He's so cute and nice mom" I mused, feeling like I had heart eyes.

"Aw that's so good, Nora. Are you ready for school tomorrow?" She asked. I sighed.

"As ready as I'll ever be."