Weightless

7) Should Know Better

1st of February 2017

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Alright. Perhaps he should know better. After all, he is a doctor. Five years of medical school and more added on top of that should teach him certain things to do with dieting, weight, body image, what's healthy and what's definitely not. He should know that, to lose weight, it's a long process. It must be done patiently and correctly in order to be successful - no cutting corners. He really should know better.

Ethan drops his sandwich into the staff room bin, making that the second meal he's thrown away today.

Clearly, according to his recent behaviour, he doesn't know any better at all.

He hides the sandwich by taking some tissue off a roll and placing it in the bin. It shelters the sandwich from any view of suspicion. It sits, uneaten and untouched, as Ethan relishes in his starvation. It's a new found feeling which makes him feel brilliant.

The question is an obvious one. Does he regret it, skipping these meals?

And the answer is even more obvious. No. Of course not. If he loses weight, then damn the consequences! It's all he wants and it's all that makes him feel good. Who'd regret that?

In actual fact, cutting corners in terms of losing weight is his new best friend. It works the best, presently. It doesn't matter if it's not recommended, if it's slightly unorthodox or perhaps even slightly unsafe. If it works, it works - that's his perspective, anyway.

As three of his female colleagues flood in for lunch, with tubs of custard in their hands (he honestly has no idea what they're plotting), he exits without a word. Hushes of conversation, of which he isn't included in, fly by. He reaches the bathroom without anyone calling his name. When he's more than satisfied that he's the only one in the room, he steals the chance to check on his stomach situation.

Lifting his shirt and consulting the mirror, it says that he's lost weight.

Ethan breathes in relief. Yes, it's not entirely noticeable; but it's a change which he takes pride in noticing.

And ever since the start of this awful year, he's never quite gotten back into eating 'normally' anyway. When your mind forces food out of your hands and your stomach refuses to let it inside of you, it's obvious that the weight will melt off.

And it has melted off. In fact, it still is.

What a shame, thinks Ethan - in total denial. Being thin isn't what I'd like at all.

Jesus. He wants to vomit at his own bare-faced lies.

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Mollie has made a decision.

Ever since Cal thought it was a fantastic idea to dump a bucket of filthy water all over her, she's been thinking of many ways to get him back. Childishness has never been a trait that she's grown out of, and that's fine by her. If that wasn't such a big part of her personality, perhaps she wouldn't have come up with such a good plan.

She's gotten both Robyn and Alicia in on it. They're more than happy to take part in her petty quest of revenge. After all, vengeance and bitching is a great bonding experience.

So, as lunch dawns upon them, it's time for the plan to unfold. They enter the staff room with their tubs of custard. Ethan had been standing there, looking as lost as he usually does, but left sheepishly as soon as they'd come in. Perfect - there's silence for them to sin.