Bulimia(Luke Hemmings)

Twelve

*Lukes pov*

I awoke with a feeling of optimism. Maybe I wasn't as thin as I wanted to be, but Nora was my friend. Even if o never got the nerve to ask her out at least I'd have that. I was, however, feeling extremely dizzy. I hadn't kept anything in my system for roughly three days. I decided a healthy breakfast was in order. I cut up some fruit and popped some bread in the toaster. I munched on the fruit while I waited, and then speqd vegimite across the toasted bread. It tasted like victory. The victory was short lived when I felt the food I'd just eaten beginning to make its way up my throat. I tried to hold it back, but I vomited on the floor, getting most of it on my shirt. I pulled off the soiled shirt and rushed to the bathroom where I continued to pour my food into the toilet. Normally it wouldn't take long to stop the vomit, but this time, it kept coming. My vision grew blurry, and I could barely hear my mother calling my name from the bathroom door. Eventually, I blacked out in the midst of vomiting, unable to stop.

*Noras pov*

I dashed down the stairs still in my pajamas and shook my mother by her shoulders.

"Mom somethings wrong with Luke!" I shouted. She swatted my hands from her shoulders and held onto my wrists.

"Honey, what are you talking about?" She asked calmly.

"An ambulance is in his driveway and they're taking him away!" I exclaimed.

"Honey I need you to calm down, okay? Go to school, be chill, and when you get out we can go see him." She said. I swiped at my face hurriedly, wiping away tears. I took a deep breath. He was fine. Luke was fine. He had to be.
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