A/n. Trigger warning, please be safe. I don't support self harm or eating disorders and I am NOT romanticizing them. At all. Please do not see it that way.
Josh ran to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. The mirror was shattered already from previous nights. He leans against the door. There was furious yelling coming from the walls of his mind, screaming at him.
He could barely breath, glass layers the floor. He gets onto his hands and knees and crawls over to the toilet, his knees starting to bleed as glass digs themselves into his pale skin.
Josh quickly moves a shaky hand to his throat, pushing a few fingers down and waiting for the satisfying feel of his stomachs contents, making him feel in control of himself for once. It was always a relief.
He presses down a few more times, hurling into the bowl. Then he moves away. He was sobbing, begging for someone to save him, but with no one to hear. No matter how loud he yelled, he knew no one would hear. He felt like he was drowning in his own words and thoughts.
He moves a hand down to his knee, gently digging his finger nails into his frail skin and picking out tiny shatters of glass. He didn't want to be hospitalized again.
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