Thinner

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Omniscient.
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Understanding everything about his disorder was difficult enough to learn one by one, spending months and weeks under direct supervision from nurses and doctors who were there to make sure he healed the way he did, meant the world to him. He found a new place to feel secure and safe, a place where he knew everything and expected what to come. He has forgotten about the fact that he even had parents and is open to discussing that with his psychologist, which meant that he opened up new opportunities for him.

In their recent conversation, Jeongin was willing to cooperate and share a lot of his home life to discuss further onto the topic, whether if it was safe to bring him back home.

The conclusion to that remained a big fat no.

The community was trying to find a way for Jeongin to one day, in for the nearest future, to be able to step foot into the real world again.

Even though that was a very debating subject.

Having one party opinionated upon the fact that he needed direct medical treatment until tube feeding was not necessary anymore. To the other party believing he could continue therapy and treatment at home. To a whole third party trying to solve both opinions in order to make it most sustainable for Jeongin on its own.

But neither of them thought about the fourth party's opinion.

His.

"What about school? He loves school. He was an academic example of an all-around student..he did that at home, perfectly fine. I don't understand why he can't continue doing so" The man, once again, sat in front of him, stating and spitting nonsense out of his mouth. Pretending to know his own son at the back of his hand, spoke.

"We, and with that, I mean the hospital, heavily disagree with that. Upon the research and the well efficient psychology session Jeongin has had with our intern psychologist. We have concluded that home life isn't safe for him for the long term. If Jeongin goes back to live with his parents, both his mental and physical health could and would decline within the span of a few weeks, maybe months..meaning that the work this hospital has put into helping and treating Jeongin's disorder would go to waste" his doctor spoke, eyeing the younger who sat uncomfortably on his bed, waiting for the new round of arguments and unsatisfying discussion to put into place.

He was slowly losing his patience. He couldn't keep quiet forever. He knew he must say something before the final decision was made, but he was terrified.

His father was sitting in front of him. Spitting nonsense about how good of a life he has had at home. Stating he was a perfect example of everything.

It was all a big fat lie.

"Can I just say that as your son's teacher Mr.Yang, I do not feel comfortable having your son in my class, not knowing whether if he is doing good at home. The school is concerned about the bruises that have shown upon your son's skin last school year, and following the sudden incident, we simply can not take such sight and responsibilities upon our shoulders, knowing that one.of our studend are potentially being abused or mistreated at home" his teacher stated, resting her hands calmly against her thighs, looking front and back in concern.

"We understand all of your concerns and worries. But simply put into words, Jeongin will eventually have to go live with his parents. That will happen when Jeongin is done with the cycle of his feeding tube. He will then be placed back into school for the sake of his education" his case manager spoke, voice sharp and precise enough to cut a carrot in half.

"But what about potential child abuse? Do you really want to put a poor kid back into a home that is potentially an unsafe environment?".

"We fully understand the school concerns for that, but Jeongin doesn't need patient care in the hospital following the removal of the feeding tube. The allegations of abuse and based on investigations, it has not been shown that abuse has ever taken place within the property of Mr and Mrs. Yang's property".

He wanted to cry in that moment. Afraid of returning back home. It wasn't safe, but how could it look unsafe when his parents hid it the say they did? How could he go back, knowing the beer bottles were stacked and prepared to be thrown?

"It's not safe" he muttered, shocked by the break of his silence. His teary eyes spoke for itself. They way the glanced at every single person in the room.

He could sew his doctor and psychologist motioning to continue, silently cheering him on. The way his teacher sat at the edge of her seat, ready to prove the community wrong. The way that his case manager looked at him in curiosity.

But most importantly.

The way his father sat. Teeth gritted, a heavy but angry frown on his face, and a threatening glint in his eyes.

"Is there anything you want to say?" His case manager asked.

His body was shaking, feeling scared, afraid. He wanted to hide. He wanted to disappear.

But he needed to spit the story out.

"It's not safe...I don't like school..I aced every test and exam to try and satisfy my parents. I wanted their attention, I wanted them to be brought of me. But no matter how hard I tried to be the best symbol possible, I was hit and tormented by my own father, I had to keep my own mother from drowning in her own puke. My dad used the bottles my mom drank out of as a weapon against me. My mom and dad are never loyal to each other. They fuck around with other people in front of each other, they don't care about anything but themselves. I stopped eating cause I was told to spare the food, and i was called ugly for my disorder. I'm not a prime example of a student. I did bad things that should have gotten me expelled a long time ago. I do not want to go back home when I'm done with my treatment..I demand the community to bring me to a safe place where I won't be targeted by my father for abuse. Until then...I'll stay here, and I don't want anyone else's opinion on that matter" he cried out, feeling overwhelmed.

"What a bunch of lies! Lie lie lies! I have done nothing wrong as a father! I've always paid attention-".

"No! You have not! You are the fucking liar here! And I'm done with this bullshit! If I ever have to go back to that hell bound creature, I will kill myself! I'm not going to live like this forever!" He screamed, letting out all the anger build up within him.

He was ready to put up a fight if needed.