Suicidal House (boyxboy)

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BASED OFF OF 'TO THE BONE' FROM NETFLIX// GENDER CHANGES

" I feel like it's all my fault, like the only reason my parents got divorced is because of me."

I rolled my eyes as I watched Jane twiddle her thumbs nervously whilst she spoke about the tragic demise of her parents marriage. The rest of the group listened intently, some of them nodding their heads sympathetically as if they actually cared.

"It probably is.

First reason for divorce: unwanted child. Second is money problems. Third is at least one party is having an affair.

At least two of these have to be happening for the divorce to be carried out. Seeing as your parents can afford to have you here and all of your mums private 'meetings' with Dr. Lochrane, I'm gonna assume your mums opened up her heart and legs for someone else and it's not money problems."

Everyone gasped as I kicked back in my chair, placing my hands behind my head as I reassured Jane that it was in fact her fault.

"And clearly they don't want you if they've dumped you in this shit hole." I said happily, sending Jane a wink as she stood up from the table and ran off sobbing.

I glanced around at the remaining people sat around the table, some of them looked absolutely appalled, some of them were trying to hold back laughter.

"Eli! That was extremely inappropriate, just because you don't want to be here doesn't mean you have to ruin it for everyone else!" Emily, the therapist for our house, exclaimed.

"Group therapy just isn't my thing Doc."

Chuckling I excused myself from the table, heading towards my room to pack my things already knowing I'd be chucked out once the head of house heard about my little speech. My little outbursts were a regular occurrence, they entertained most people in the house but sadly some of them didn't find them quite as funny. I didn't really care.

This was the fourth group home I'd been placed in to overcome my illness. My illness. I wouldn't exactly call it that. I had anorexia nervosa, I'd always thought it was such a clinical name for me just not being hungry.

As I reached my room I lent against the door frame and took one last look at it; my walls were bare, I'd kept them white because somehow I knew I wouldn't be staying long. My duffel bag was slouched in the corner, it still had most of my clothes in it because I hadn't bothered to unpack much and my sketch book was on the desk.

Sighing loudly, I walked over and picked up my bag and shoved my sketch book in it.

"Well, it's been fun."

***

Play music now...

Rain patterned against the car window as I leant my forehead against it, watching the water trickle down to the bottom. My music played in the background, my mum always remembered to play my CD whenever she picked me up.

"You can't keep doing this Eli."

I watched my mum in the corner of my eye as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel, keeping her eyes locked on the road.