Don't Let Me Be Gone~A Tythan Story

One day, I'll be gone

*Ethan's POV*

I haven't eaten in days. Before I arrived here I went three days without eating at all. Every once in a while I would have some nuts. But most of the time I just drink water.

It's now been eight days since I last ate. My ribs are noticeably showing. Mark has been trying to get me to eat, I just say I'm not hungry or I'll eat later and then he just forgets to ask.

"Dinners ready Ethan!" I heard Tyler yelling from the dinning room. I sighed, I knew I needed to eat and not make them worried. I went into the bathroom and took some laxatives.

I trudged out of my room to be met with some spaghetti that I'm guessing Mark made. He's a good cook apparently. "You hungry Ethan?" Mark looked at me confused. "Yeah, I'm course I am Mark!" I pulled on the best fake smile I could. Mark smiled back and gave me a bowl.

I grabbed a small bowl of pasta and sat down. I here Tyler and Mark talking in front of me but I couldn't help but to think of all the calories in indegestined.

I can practically feel the weight pulling on. I took a couple bites but mainly stirred around my food to make it seem like I ate more then I actually did.

"Hey guys, my stomach kind of hurts, I'm going to edit a video and take some medicine okay?" I wasn't lieing technically, my stomach did hurt because of the laxatives. "Alright, I hope you feel well Ethan." Tyler smiled at me. I blushed really hard but headed back to my room before anyone could see.

I headed to my bathroom and turned on the shower and the faucet to make as much water noise as possible. I leaned over the toilet and stuck my fingers down my throat and threw up my food I ate just minutes ago. it took a couple tries until I actually threw up, but it eventually happened.

I never thought I was bulimic. i knew I was anorexic but I never thought I would ever throw up my food, and I didn't mind. I took more laxatives since I still felt like I had food in my system, even though I didnt.

I turned off both faucets and headed back to my room. I sat at my computer doing the usual editing.

I feel like I'm just living the same things every day and it's exhausting.

As I was editing a video, I heard a knock at the door. "Come in." The door opens to where I can see Tyler. "Oh hey Tyler, you can come in." He smiled and then closed the door. He walked over to my bed and sat down.

"So, Ethan, I've been needing to talk to you about something." I got a little nervous and that made me pull my sleeves to make me have sweater paws. "You seem very stressed about the whole editing thing, are you sure you're going to be able to continue?" I felt my breathe exhale rather loudly. "Tyler, I'm fine, everything is going great." I smiled at him, telling him I was fine actually pained me.

"Oh, I'm glad you're doing okay." But in reality, I've been thinking a lot about YouTube. I've actually been thinking about quoting but I won't be alive long enough to explain why I am quiting to my fans.

Tyler then talked to me for a little bit, which I didn't mind because he's very comforting. I can't believe I have a crush on him. I just can't.

"Ethan? You seemed stuck in thought are you good?" I looked up, and what I didn't notice is that I had tears rolling down my face. "Oh my god Ethan!" Before I knew it I fell to the ground and blacked out.

All I heard last was the sound of Tyler's concerning voice.

*Tyler's POV*

"Oh my god, Ethan!" I rushed towards him as he fell to the floor. "Mark! Call 911! Ethan fainted and he has a slow pulse!" I was full blown panicking, the blue boy I grew to love, just fell on the floor.

"Mark?!" Mark came rushing into Ethan's room as I picked him up and layed him on his bed. "He's extremely light." Has he even been eating? He has to be, I just saw him ate pasta jyst a couple hours ago.

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*Ethan's POV*

I couldn't feel anything. All I could do was see darkness. But, I heard voice around me. "Sir, I need you to try to move your hand." I then tried to move my hand. "Good job sir, you should fully wake up in about twenty minutes." Before she had a chance to finish her sentence I started opening my eyes. All I could feel is my eyes burning to the bright white light above me.

"Alright, would you like to see umm, there name's are Mark and Tyler? Would you like to see them?" I just nodded my head because my throat was hurting so badly.

"Before you can see them the doctor needs to talk to you first." Again, I just nodded. After waiting for a good ten minutes the doctor came in.

"Hello Ethan, my name is Dr. Way." He smiled at me. "H-Hello." My voice was very croaky. He handed me some water, and then I drank it.

"Alright Ethan, we need to talk about why you're here. Do you know why you passed out?" He gave me a look that I didn't like. it was a look of disappointment. "I think so." I looked down and noticed I was in a gown with my arms exposed. I freaked out since you can see the cuts and scars all over.

"You haven't eaten in a while Ethan. This is very concerning for your health. You've lost a total of thirty pounds since the last time you were at a hospital. You're only 92 pounds Ethan. Does that concern you at all?" I didn't respond, all I did was silently cry. "Your arms Ethan, this isn't healthy. We need to give you a stronger anti depressant. We need you to see a therapist as well" All I did was sigh, I used to have a therapist but she just made me feel worse. He eventually left.

A couple minutes later, Mark and Tyler walked in. "E-Ethan? W-why didn't y-you tell me?" Mark looked so hurt, I felt so guilty. I looked over to see Tyler crying. "Ethan, I thought you stopped, you promised." he pointed to my arms. I couldn't keep the tears in my eyes any longer and bursted into tears.

Tyler walked over to me and gave me a hug while Mark just sat in the corner with his head in his hands. "Ethan, I can't lose you, I've already lose someone to suicide, please don't even think about it, please?" Mark was just in tears, "I promise." I knew I would break that promise and it pained me to say that.

"Why haven't you been eating blue boy?"

"Because I'm fat, and it's another thing to control in my life."

I feel so bad. I care so much about them, and to see them hurt like that, just pains me.

"Well Ethan, you can go. I have the therapist set up for you starting next week and you can pick up your anti depressants from your local drug store." Said Dr. Way.

Tyler and Mark just look so sick. And they couldn't stop looking at my arms. I get up and head to the bathroom and locked it. I put on my skinny jeans and jumper and walk back out.

Mark is still looking at my arms. "Cam we just go, I'm tired of being here." After I said that we left and all I wanted to do was cry.