Set My Whole World On Fire (Austlan Cashby)

Oliver

25 reads? I guess that's okay. Anyway, I wrote this and you might kill me. If I were you, I would kill me. I'm about to be murdered from both my stores right now, only I'm waiting a few more days before I update my Jalex. Let's get 30 reads and 5 monnets Anyway, please enjoy this strange chapter!

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-AUSTIN POV-

It had been a month and I was still here in this rotten place. I had gained six pounds which the therapists and doctors were happy about, but every day was a struggle. I had met some interesting people here though.

My best friend I've made since I've been boarded here was a British boy named Oli. He had been suffering from Bulimia with Anorexic tendencies for four years and had been in and out of facilities for two. After his family decided Britian couldn't help them, they packed up and moved to America where they found this place.

Right now, we were sitting in the cafeteria eating our meals. Oli was picking at his nervously. The food we had been served was pasta which was a major trigger food for him. His shoulders started shaking and I knew that he was about to cry.

I gave one of the nurses, Ana, the signal that I would be right back. She nodded and I helped Oli stand up, walking out the door with him. We rounded the corner and he just broke down.

"I don't want to eat it Austin! It's not fair! If I eat the bloody stuff I know I'll just sick it up! I don't want to do this! I'm done. I'm done. I want to go home..." He sobbed. I understood exactly how he was feeling. Exactly. I wrapped my arms around his stick-thin torso and let him cry into my neck. My fingers combed themselves through his hair.

Ana came out after five minutes to check on us. She sat down, taking Oli's hands and asking him to look at him. She moved his head to tell me to leave.

I attempted to get up, but the British boy grabbed hold of my pants. "Please, don't leave me. Don't leave me, Aussie." I looked to the nurse to ask for approval. She nodded and I sat back down.

"Oli, what are you feeling right now?" She asked him.

"Terror." He mumbled back.

"Terror is a really strong word. Why are you feeling this terror?" I kissed the side of his head as he started to tremble again.

"Because pasta is the hardest food for me to eat. I would rather it biscuits than pasta. It's so bad for you." Her brows furrowed in confusion.

"He means cookies, Ana." I told her.

"Oh. Well, Oli, almost nothing is bad for you as long as you have a balance for it. I know it may sit in your stomach and chant about how bad and weak you are for eating the food you're scared of, but I promise you that it's just your ED trying to get you to break. Your ED doesn't want you to get better. It wants to have control over you, but you eating your trigger foods is telling your disorder that it doesn't have that power over you anymore. Come on, sweetie, Austin will eat with you and you can take your control back, right Austin?" I smiled and agreed.

I stood up, offering Oli my hand. He took it and we walked back into the cafeteria. No one batted an eye considering someone freaking out during a meal was a common occurrence. I mean, we were at an eating disorder recovery center, it's only to be expected that some people are going to have bad days.

After a few more minutes, I convinced Oli to eat his pasta. I ate with him, trying not to think about the calories or any of the nutritional information in the starchy food. When we had finished, I pulled Oli into a hug and kissed the top of head. I really was proud of him. The next step was him keeping it in.