Fat. Ugly. Worthless.
He tells himself this. That these words describe him.
When other people see a beautiful boy who needs help, he sees the complete opposite.
Why?
Easy. The voices.
They tell him this is what he is. The voices of his past haunt him like ghosts who can't find their way to the light.
Ghosts that want him to suffer. Ghosts that for some odd reason want him to die.
Mercilessly, ruthlessly, they taunt him. 24/7. It never stops. That's the source of his insomnia.
The voices. The ghosts.
They are the source of every bad thought.
They're so EVIL.
Sent from Satan himself to torture the first vulnerable human they find.
When those voices, those ghosts, those little devils take over his thoughts go away. His head goes blank and then not even seconds later it's filled with screaming.
Jimin~ Oh dear, you seem to have put on a bit of weight. Disgusting! You're too fat! Get it out! NOW!!!
Then it happens.
Anything and everything he has ever eaten seems to pile up in his stomach, causing him to feel bloated and he rushes to the nearest washroom...
It's so fucking good.
The weight drops off for a second. That sweet moment of silence.
Until he sees himself in the mirror. They come back.
This worthless distortion, this monster.
Then here come the voices again. He can't control the things they say and ends up crying.
He wants, needs them to...
"SHUT UP!!!"
He finally screams.
He crouches to the ground and covers his ears. Hoping to silence them, but it doesn't work.
The more you cry, the uglier you get!
You fat, worthless piece of shit! Why don't you go gag yourself again! See if it makes you look halfway decent!?
Then again he's over the toilet until he can force up nothing else.
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I'm sane, I promise!
