And then he collapsed.
His body couldn't take it any more, all the exercise and so little food.
He was falling apart.
But he kept pushing and pushing, further and further until he was skinny.
Maybe if he were thinner he could get a boyfriend.
Maybe if he were in better shape he wouldn't get teased about being gay.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
His friends had tried to help, but he wouldn't listen. He couldn't believe them. Because if it wasn't his physical shape that wasn't getting him a boyfriend, then it was his mind, and that would be harder to change.
Day after day, it was the same routine, lots of exercise, little sleep, little food, lots of hunger.
His parents noticed nothing, he was just the picky eater of the household.
It was only when his school called saying he was in the hospital because he was unconscious and not responding to anything, that they wondered what could be wrong.
He just wanted to be perfect so someone would love him.
He just wanted to be loved.
But then his body was unable to continue.
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The Suicide Series ✔️
Ficción GeneralShort stories about the different things that happen before or after a person commits suicide. Some of the deaths, however, are not intentional/suicides, but rather, they should be interpreted by the reader.
