Luke
I woke up at 3 am gasping for air. My chest tightened with every breath I tried to take. My heart ached and my head pounded.
Synchronicity in death always scared me since I was young. Characters in films could feel someone special to them die. My biggest fear was that happening to me.
My dad was a mess. An alcoholic. He went out every night and sometimes didn't come back for weeks. When he came back, he had no explanations, no apologies, just bottles of vodka.
My mom and I got sick of calling the police every night. We got sick of calling everyone we know asking where he's been. We got sick of crying every night. I got sick of not having a dad. So we stopped caring. I haven't thought about him once since 2 moths ago when he told me he hates me and left. Until today.
I ran to my mom's room to find her wide awake. One hand covering her face and the other one holding a phone.
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Wasting (5sos L.h -anorexia)
Fanfictionanorexia ˌanəˈrɛksɪə/ noun -lack or loss of appetite for food (as a medical condition). -an emotional disorder characterized by an obsessive desire to lose weight by refusing to eat. -a way to drown out the world. {this book is in no way glorifying...
