ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ || ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏɪɴɴɪᴛ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ.

𝟐. 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤.

( tw ed, descriptive writing )

( The ending of it might not be good, made it at the end of cooking class in a rush, and don't really proofread )

Through the small window in the corner of the room, some light came through the blinds and painted some of the room an orangey tint. Some of last night's rain still clung onto the window, racing to the bottom of the window sill every once in a while.

After a while, Tommy woke up suddenly, from a type of nightmare almost. He let out loud pants, his heart pounded and he felt hot. He couldn't remember what the nightmare was.

He looked around his room, then at his alarm clock. He read the blocky neon green numbers, 8:27 He had woken up a bit late. Only 30 or so minutes till he and his dad had to start driving to Wilburs. Where he had to see everyone, hide secrets from everyone.

Tommy sat himself up with his arms after he started to calm down, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up. His head went fuzzy, and his eyes went static, and he gripped his head. The countless times he's almost fainted. He used to keep track of how many times, like a sick game, but one day he lost count, it happened 1 too many times.

Tommy finally grounded himself, though his head still felt a bit fuzzy, and he let out a small groan. The mirror in the bathroom showed his far away reflection. He walked towards the bathroom. Once he got into the dark, dull bathroom, he faced the mirror. He was malnourished, way too thin. Ribs stuck out and imprinted on his tank top. Scars riddled his body, tens of hundreds. His thin legs wore loose leggings and formed a large gap, shaking very slightly as he put all his strength into standing.

The mirror taunted him, and couldn't stand to see the almost foreign, disgusting body he'd been staring at for his whole life. Sickly thin fingers lifted up from his side and combed through his hair. Clumps of blonde hair fell into the sink. Frizzy, dead hair. He turned on the sink, the hair running down and being sucked into the drain.

A quick brush of his teeth would suffice for today. He sluggishly walked to his closet, hands opening the dark doors. Tommy eyed his clothes. He wanted baggy clothes. Sweatpants, hoodies, oversized shirts. Anything that's not skin-tight at this point would be good.

Eventually he grabbed a couple pairs of sweatpants and a black hoodie. He changed into the sweatpants and hoodie, they draped over his body almost like a nightgown, or like some type of weird blanket. He shoved his hand in the bookbag on the ground and fished out the jeans he packed, replacing them with the sweatpants he grabbed. Tommy didn't wanna be seen in jeans right now. They would only accentuate his bones, he had no more muscle left at this point, only scarred skin covering bones and joints.

His head looked towards his door as it opened.

"Tom, are you ready?" His dad said, peeking through the door. Time had flown by fast somehow, it seemed to go by slowly for him but guess it was the opposite. " Yeah dad," He reached over on the floor again and slung his backpack over his shoulder, "I'm ready, let's go." His dad smiled at him and waited for Tommy to reach the door before walking down the stairs.

The living room and kitchen were still dim, it wasn't too bright out yet and only a small lamp in the corner of the living room was on. Tommy slipped by his dad and grabbed a pair of sneakers near the couch, and he sat on the edge, putting them on and tying them.

His mom sat on the other side of the couch, a book in her hand, about halfway through it. Her eyes kept glancing at him and she smiled, and he noticed but pushed it aside.

"Hey Tommy you pack everything?" She turned her head to him. "Yeah, just some clothes I guess, I can buy stuff over at stores after I get to Wilburs, so I don't wanna worry about that." She smiled and nodded her head, picking her book back up, flipping a page everyone once in a while.

Neither of Tommy's parents noticed his fingers, bonier than ever, as fragile as they could be as he finished tying his shoes. They never noticed him not eating, whether they cared or not, he didn't know. One part of him wanted them to care, but the other was happy he was actually able to lose weight, even if he felt constant hunger.

He finished tying his shoes and stood up, a bit too fast. His head went static for a minute. Tommy let out a small groan, and opened his eyes after the static stopped. His parents didn't notice. Again, they never did.

Tommy walked up to his dad and smiled, his dad smiling back, asking if he was ready. Tommy nodded and followed his dad as he started walking. He gave a quick hug to his mom and followed behind his dad through the door.

This is gonna be a wonderful next few weeks.