Wally Darling - An ANGST story

What a Doll

TW: Eating Disorder, Binging, Puking, suicidal thoughts, nudity (not really but ya'know gotta add it.), crying (obviously), Home finally stepping up as a father figure and friend fr, dirtiness (not that kind you heathens), I'm in a silly goof mood while writing this.
This chapter is long, and my device is doing this thing where it doesn't let you finish, just reload if it's a website. If it's the app then idk.
Enjoy

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Barnaby immediately started carrying me to Home, scooping me up and carrying me outside. I only knew that because of the crisp breeze on my face despite his warm fur. When I couldn't feel the wind anymore, I knew we were inside again. He rushed, then abruptly stopped. He places me down, and now I'm seeing what he's seeing. My fucked up Bathroom.

I had known of it's destruction, I had caused it, yet it felt surreal. It was anger. It was David.

I could still feel that horrible feeling in my stomach. It wanted more. And the urge to eat was stronger than ever.

Barnaby picked me up, seated me on the couch, and told Home, "Please watch Wally Home, I need to help clean the barn." before rushing out.

His lack of presence left another hole in me. The house felt surprisingly small and large at the same time, as if I was being eaten alive.

eaten.

I was so cold, the chill threatening to swallow me whole.

swallow.

I just want to...

I bolt up from the couch, racing to the kitchen. I grab everything there, from the fudge brownies, to the marshmallows, to the family bag chips. I ate it all, stuffing my eyes with the sweet sensation on my taste buds that I was so desperate for. I grabbed the gummy worms Julie brought, and stuffed them in my face too. I snatched the liquid chocolate next, squirting it directly into my eyes. I ate every old Halloween candy I hadn't dared touch at the time. I had barely chewed any of it. I looked for anything, everything in my pantry, and ate it.

I want more.

The fridge was next. The frigid temperatures were unsatisfying, but food is warmth, and I haven't had warmth or food in forever. I ate ice cream, an unspecified amount, but lots, using my hands. I found popsicles, and ate all of it, though my hands were shaking, and I couldn't get it in the right place. I even tried using my mouth, but as always it didn't work.

Home suddenly closes the fridge door on me. I banged on it at first, then I saw my reflection. You could see the remnants dripping off my face. I was dirty.

I was disgusting.

I seep to the floor. I could feel everything inside of me. It felt like dead weight, the void replaced by an ache, and the repulsive feeling of being beyond full. I sat, looking at the mess I made. Melted ice cream drops scattered on the floor with chip crumbs. Wrappers and bags with finger gunk I can't even recognize.