Put The Gun Down

Chapter Six

Andy's POV

*trigger warning*

Hours had passed and night had fallen, I was almost positive that Charlotte had left because the house was silent. I slowly walked out of my room only to see a limp body sprawled out on my couch, fast asleep. I sighed in defeat and tossed a blanket over her, deciding that I would let her spend the night.

My stomach began to growl, but I ignored it and wandered over to my bathroom. I stood on the scale and almost broke down into tears. I weighed exactly one hundred and fifeteen pounds. I was so disgusted with myself. I fell to my knees, hugging the toilet bowl. I stuck my fingers down my throat as far as they could go, gagging myself until something... anything came up.

I sat on the ground for what seemed like forever until there was a knock at the door. "Andy? Are you in there? Are you okay?" I wiped the tears from my eyes. "Yeah I'm fine, I think I'm sick. You should go home" I sniffled as the door creaked open and Charlotte popped her head in. "Oh my gosh-" She ran over to me, sitting next to me on the floor.

"I'm fine, I told you I was sick" I pushed myself away from her. "Is there anything I can do?" Her face was so sad, I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and hug her and apologize for letting her see me like this. "I'm sorry" Tears brimmed my eyes, but I refused to let her see me cry. She already knew too much, I felt so stupid for opening up to her. 

"Can I get you something? Anything?" She asked quietly. "No, but you can leave" She just silently nodded and stood up, walking away from me. I was surprised, and a little hurt. "I told you, trying to help me is useless" She didnt even turn around to look at me, she just shut the door behind her as she left the bathroom.

My head fell into my hands and I completely broke down. I remained on the floor for a few more minutes until I found the strength to get up. I spent another twenty minutes examining how disgusting my body was in the mirror, then another ten just to make sure that I turned the bathrom light off. on, off, on, off, on ,off, on, and off.

My ocd rarely made an appearance, it only really occured when I had a rough day or when I was really upset about something. And tonight, I was devestated. After I heard a car pull up I forced myself out of the bathroom and into the living room to watch Charlotte get into an Uber. I knew that after tonight, I couldn't have her around anymore.

After checking every door and every light, I had to force myself into bed. I didn't fall asleep until after I decided that I was going to fire Charlotte first thing tomorrow. However, I was going to need to pay her a shit load of money just to keep her quiet. The last thing I needed was for my fans to know that their Saviour can't even save himself...

A/N: I decided to change the story around a bit, hope you like it!