Becoming Bone (ON HOLD TO REWRITE)

Chapter 1

Jace's Pov.

I sat in the waiting room in a rock hard chair. Nothing about this room was comforting. I saw the nurses chatting around the corner. My mom was meeting with the doctor. And all I get to do is wait.

72 hours ago :

I woke up to my loudly beeping alarm and a clawing pain in my stomach. It was unbearable, but I restrained myself from screaming. I rolled around in my bed until I accidently fell off.

"Jace?" my mom calls after hearing the bang. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I just fell." I yell down. I can barely get it out without choking. And the second I finished saying that, I went into a coughing fit. I stumbled to my feet and ran into my bathroom, going straight to the toilet. Everything comes up, which isn't much. It's just water and acid. Well, and blood, which used to scare me, but doesn't anymore. But it burns like a mother fucker. My throats completely raw from all my purging. It's hard to talk without coughing, mainly in the morning. Eating is a struggle too. Not that I do that much. Like, at all. Not anymore anyway.

My diet changed quickly. A year ago I was just like any other kid. I was on cross country, good grade, friends. And now I'm a pathetic excuse for a person, a guy with a girl's disease. I'm still in cross country, but for all the wrong reasons. I want, no need, to lose weight. That's the only reason I'm still on the team. I don't win anymore, I'm too slow. But it's unquestioned exercise, so it works for me.

My grades started slipping back then and now they're all shit. Straight D student here. Yeah, I know, not something to be proud of. But it's all I got. I still have 'friends' but things are different. We talk, but I'm not always 'there', if you know what I mean. We talk and hang out but I'm so different now. We're friends and I care about them, and the same goes the other way around, but I just can't connect.

I'm not the happy-go-lucky person I used to be. All the things that I used to enjoy are no longer in my interests. I just can't seem to get excited about the same things anymore. Believe me, I've tried. All I want is to be normal. To go back to being who I was. But I can't. This disease has taken ahold of me.

But now, back to reality. Right now I need to get ready for school before I'm late. I stand up from the toilet, now done puking. Hopefuly.

I take a look in the mirror and I look like complete and utter shit. My cheeks and sunken and caving in. I have bags under my eyes and there bloodshot red from purging and puking. My hairs falling out slowly. I try to keep it in, making sure that when I eat, it has protein, but that not working out well. I also take Biotin so that also helps. Taking a deep breath I turn around, go back into my room, and get ready for the day.

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At school I take my usually seat in the back of the room. Right in the back corner. I feel dizzy, really dizzy. I quickly sit in my seat before I go face first into the ground. Laying my head on the cold desk, it starts to fade. Just a little.

"Hey Jace." I hear a voice say. I try to figure out who it is without picking my head up.

"Hey.... Alexxxx..." I say trailing on the x, still not sure if it's him.

"Are you good?" he asks. I lift my head up and look at him. I know I look terrible and he'd be shocked if he wasn't used to seeing me like this everyday.

"Ya, just tired." I tell him. He's not one to believe my lies, but he does this time. That's only because I was up with him and some other friends late last night. "And dizzy." I add, just in case. He just nods his head.

"Are you going tonight?" he ask me.

"Going to what?" I ask back. He gives me a weird look before continuing.

"The party. It's today at Ryan's house. Are you down?" his eyes are filled with hope that I'll say yes since I've said not to almost all of his requests recently. First, I can't say no when he looks like this. Second, I actually want to go. I need to something to take my mind off everything. And getting drunk and high will do exactly that for you.