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Anorexic: michael

Michael
Another meal with the boys that I can't avoid. That means more throwing up.

Why do they always insist that I eat with them?

I absolutely hate it. Calum has been suspecting that I've been up to something because I rarely eat anymore and I used to eat a lot. I wish they would let me live in peace.

luke
"Hey Michael?" I ask as he sits at the counter looking at his breakfast. I've noticed that he's always wearing baggy, long sleeved, sweaters and jeans. It getting concerning. "Can I see your arms? I'm just worried and want to make sure you're okay..." I ask awkwardly and he suddenly stands, anger on his face.

"You know what luke?! Why should I show you?" He yelled towards me "you didn't care about me until now!! FUCK OFF LUCAS!" He yelled and stormed to the other room.

Michael
I sit in the bathroom and grab the tin of mints from my pocket. I pull out the blade taped to the bottom and close the tin.

I take the blade in my hand and neatly slice nearly a dozen or more lines deeply into my forearm. I take out the gauze and wrap my arm to stop the blood before all of the boys find out.

I gently tape the blade back in place and close the tin. I put the tin in my pocket and stand up.

I head back to the kitchen where I eat a meal with the boys. Later after he meal I go to the bathroom and throw up the food into the toilet.

"I can't get fat.
I'm fat.
You're already fat Michael.
They can't love you if you're fat.
The fans hate you.
Just die already"

Those are the only thoughts running through my head as I throw up over and over. It becomes a daily thing that I do after every meal.

I get thinner and thinner. I can nearly see my ribs now but I still feel fat.

The boys begin to notice that I'm changing. My arms littered in over a hundred cuts. The constant puking after every single meal.

*two weeks later*

You're weak Michael
Do it! Kill yourself.
You deserve it now.
You can't hide it forever.
FAILURE
FUCK UP
DIE

I know that I'm going to take my life today. It's what I must do.

I begin to write the note. The last note I'll ever write.

Calum, Ashton, Luke,

By the time you read this I'll already be dead. I'm sorry, but this has to be done. I can't take it anymore. You guys never noticed that I was slowly fading away.  I was so broken. So hurting. Dying if you will. I was crying out for help and nobody could help me. I was utterly alone. I love you boys and I always will.
Goodbye,
Michael.

I fold up the paper and tape it to the mirror as I down pill after pill. I fall to the floor with a thud and black out from my overdose...

Ashton
I hear a thud and the boys and I run to the bathroom. I see Michael and immediately call 911.

Then I see the note...

I look at it and slowly read it to the boys, sobbing by the end it.

Michael is whisked away to the hospital and we follow him, all of us crying.

*the next day*

Michael is awake and we can go see him. We shakily walk inside ad I gasp at what I see. He's sickly white and pale. He's so thin and sick looking.

Then I see his arms...

Hundreds of red cuts on his arms, scars from last cutting too. I run to him and take one of his hands as the boys surround us, holding Michael.

"Why Mikey...?" I asked, getting choked up. "Why didn't you tell us..." I sob softly and sit down.

He looks at is and sighs "I'm so sorry..." He whispered.

From then on we took care of him, getting him medicine for his depression and greasing him for his cuts. We made sure they were cleaned.

We kept him safe and utterly and completely happy.