I dont have a name for this yet but Carl Gallagher is in it!!

5

This chapter contains descriptions of self harm and eating disorders which some readers may find upsetting.

A couple of hours passed and I checked my phone.
Netflix
Wondering what to watch next?
Netflix Lookahead has you covered. Here's whats coming soon.
Weight
You haven't recorded your weight today. Do you want to record it now?

I sighed. "No I do not want to record my fucking weight at this time."
I turned off the TV and made my way upstairs and popped my head through my Moms door. She was asleep. She'd been in bed all day so she had probably ran out of meds, so I set a reminder on my phone to ask her about it tomorrow.
At least its Saturday, gives time for me to heal.
I thought to myself as I went to change into a pair of joggers and a big shirt, before reaching into the drawer next to my bed for a blade.

I rolled up my pants and drew in a breath as I pushed the blade into my thigh and dragged it to the other side of my leg. I winced, and didn't take another breath until I saw red and decided that that was enough. I carefully lifted my leg up over my duvet and left it out for the air and lay on my bed.

It was so quiet, hardly peaceful though as your mind ran over to Carl once again. I thought about him carefully. He had soft brown hair that fell above his shoulders, plum- "AH" I jumped right out of my bed, doing anything and everything to get away from the moth that was rapidly flapping its wings over my lamp, right next to where my head was lay. Fuck. I hopped back into bed and closed my eyes. Hoping to lucid dream to get away from the heaviness which I carried on my chest. Day in. Day out.