I guess I should knock?
"GO AWAY MOM."
He technically didn't say go away Kyle?
So I'm just gonna come in.
God, metal is the devil's music.
"Eric?"
"Go away, Kyle."
"Nah."
"My house, my rules."
"Go."
"Why didn't you eat?"
...
This silence is really awkward
"Do you..."
"Do you have an eating disorder?"
"I don't know..."
"I just don't feel like eating what's the big fucking deal?"
"You haven't eaten the whole day."
"Your mother is worried..."
"Tell her she can fuck off."
"Dude seriously, are you okay?"
"Go away Kyle."
"But I want to help you?"
"If you really wanted to help, you would leave."
"No."
"I've had it with your crap."
"I get it, not the best reaction but why are you so mad at me?"
"Gosh, it's not only you."
"The world does not revolve around Kyle Broflovski."
"I'm human I have emotions, let me be."
"You know what?"
"Fine."
"Fuck you Cartman."
I slammed the door.
Wait, nope.
That's immature, that is not why I came.
I must go back in."
"You again?"
"Yes."
I sat beside him on his comfy, huge bed.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not built to handle emotions well like you."
...
"Eric."
"Yeah?"
"Wait. Eric?"
"Do you have an eating disorder?"
"I don't know..."
"Maybe?"
"I just wanna look good so somebody will like me."
He started tearing up.
"Sounds like you've got your mind set on someone?"
"Mhm.."
"What are they like?"
"Very sweet, caring, intelligent, but sometimes rather selfish."
"They sound amazing!"
"They are."
"But it doesn't matter, they don't feel the same way."
He took a sip of the vodka that was on his nightstand.
"How do you know? Did you ask them?"
"I just do."
"I don't want to ruin anything."
"Can you at least tell me who is it?"
"Kyle?"
He looked me straight into my eyes.
It made me lose my mind.
"I..."
Oh shit.
PS: if you or someone you know are struggling with eating disorders, tell someone.
They can help you, or that person.
