I've drank five bottles of water by the time Mum calls me into the bathroom. I'm afraid I might pee myself.
I step on the scale, holding my breath as the digits load.
130.
"That's good." Mum nods, rubbing my back.
Dad isn't so convinced.
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Fine || Phan
FanfictionThat feeling deep down in your stomach, the craving. Yeah, I've had that. But not for food or blood or lust. The emptiness achieved from not eating since Monday. That's what I craved. #414 in fanfiction lol get recked
