"Did you know?"
"Know?"
"That Dan wasn't real? That he was a hallucination you created?"
"He was real. He shot himself thirty days after I was released. I didn't eat for four days."
"Dan wasn't real!" The doctor shouts.
"He was too! I went to his funeral!"
"Dan. Didn't. Exist."
"He was as real as you and I. And I killed him. Because I was fat and worthless. He told me I could be perfect. I wanted to be perfect for him."
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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
