The three bold numbers glared at me bright and unrelenting. 101.
I had gained 16 pounds. I suppose some - albeit small - part of me realized this was good; I needed to eat more. But, there was still a large part of mind screaming at me to quit, to escape.
Maybe I could end it; I could be like Ronnie. No one could force to eat there.
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my only constant | andley
FanfictionAshley Purdy centric. Kind of Andley. And I guess Ronnie Radke's in this a lot too. Trigger Warning: anorexia, eating disorders, mentions of suicide. Ash's POV.
