The pain

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Kathryn's POV.
He said that there was a monster in he mirror and I knew exactly what he was talking about. I've been through this stage before. It's ok to feel that you're fat sometimes but you just have to take a moment to stop and say "hey, I'm ok." That's how I got through it. But Ethan is a very small and fragile child. He's 5 years younger than me. He's 20.
He then unlocked the door and I saw someone else. Someone who hasn't slept for days. Someone who had been hurt, broken and used. Someone who's hair was messy and eyes were streaming with tears. Ethan was a mess. He had his shirt off which was acceptable because he had just looked in the mirror at himself. He was the skinniest thing ever, I could see his rib cage. It wasn't over how skinny he was it was his arms. He had so many scars down them. On top and underneath. Some old, some new. His stomach also had a big scar down it. I just walked in and hugged him. I hugged him so hard because I wanted all the sad out and all the happy in. He cried into my shoulder for a solid 15 minutes until he finally sat down on his bed and buried his head into his hands. I sat down next to him and began to talk.