Colby Brock Centric Oneshots

Hunger P2

Warning~ Triggering content

Every waking moment was spent calculating just how he could make his body less hideous. Looking in the mirror only to hate his reflection became a routine it was the worst pain to deal with. Yet he dealt with it on multiple occasions every day.

Cheekbones became more prominent day by day, ribs protruding almost begging to be freed, wrists so frail and tiny he could wrap bony fingers around it. He couldn't bring himself to realize that it was a problem though not even when he always seemed to be cold, always suffered from headaches and bruised easier than ever. It didn't matter as long as he'd finally live up to the standards he'd set for himself.

There were so many terrible symptoms of what he was doing to his body. Yet he couldn't bring himself to realize just how serious the situation was. His body was quite literally deteriorating in its strain to keep his body functioning. But the countless meals he'd skipped and the high functioning workouts were making that much harder.

And so he continued even when his reflection seemed hollow even to his own eyes. Gaunt cheekbones, dark circles, and dull cobalt blue eyes so unlike what he was used to. His gaze dropped down to his severely baggy lavender hoodie as a tear slid down his pale face.

He'd been wearing hoodies for days now in an attempt to hide his body from his roommates. The body that even the smallest of hoodies now seemed to swallow him whole sliding off a sharp shoulder. Although it didn't seem to be working seeing as everyone has practically coddled him. He hated it he wasn't some frail person that was about to break. He needed to do this to have some self-control.

For a mere second his mind flashed back to his baby face. Back to a time where he'd once been happier. The second his attention was brought to his phone the thought was crushed. Because glinting at him almost haunting him was a picture from one of the many thinspo accounts he followed on Instagram.

The picture was of a man at least he assumed so. The man's chest seeming to concave due to the bonyness. Firm lines surrounding the navel as hip bones jutted out to match the far too prominent ribcage. To anyone else, it would have been concerning but to him it was beautiful.

Painful sobs wracked his body as his arm slid from the sink. He no longer used it to support himself and before long he was curled into a ball on the tiled floor.

He was never aware that his body not only resembled the photo but was actually smaller.

He let himself stay in a curled heap too weak and dizzy to bring himself to get up. His head pounded while his vision seemed to go in and out of focus.

His long bony fingers clutched at the hoodie that was more than a few sizes too big at this point as he barely registered the voices coming from outside of the bathroom door.

The more he tried to ignore the voices the more that they made themselves known until eventually the voices and the jiggling of the doorknob was all he could hear.

Shaky long legs tried to steady themselves as he made his way to the door deciding to unlock it. It didn't occur to him just how much energy a task that had once been so simple would take.

And once he'd finished that his body was entirely drained. Immediately the door opened and before he even had time to process anything his eyelids suddenly felt so heavy. Blinking a couple of times did nothing and finally, his lashes fluttered to a close as everything faded to black.

The last thing he saw was awaiting arms waiting to catch him.