Septiplier
Most days would be the same- Sean would wake up first, eat breakfast and make Mark his breakfast. Sean was shy about eating in front of people so would eat his lunch and dinner by himself.
Or that's what Mark thought was going on. But by now, he noticed that it's probably not the cause as weight is dropping off his boyfriend like no tomorrow. There was no way he was eating a normal amount of food. That's what's pushed Mark to such an extreme.
The mixed race man feels like he has no other choice than to set up cameras in their own home. It seemed too much but he needed to know if Sean has been lying or not. Mark could only pray that Sean wasn't lying and it was something else that has been causing the weight loss. But at his weight, he doesn't have long until he's hospitalised.
So they lived their lives like they did everyday; Mark recording while Jack did. Then, after a long days work, they spent the rest of the day cuddling and chatting about their channels, were they should go for a break in the follow weeks, the normal stuff.
This continued for a week before Mark hesitantly watched the videos, sped up. It was horrifying to see Jack barely ate a thing, all he seemed to have was beer, energy drinks, and some random bits of toast. But other than some energy bars and stew, that was all. Mark actually felt sick- three out of the seven days Jack only drank- no food at all.
The older man slammed his laptop closed, pushing it away. Then he burst out crying, breaking down. How could it have gotten this way? Sean's family had trusted Mark to make Sean better, but all he has done is made it worse. Whatever the reason is- Mark blames himself. It made him want to starve himself as well. . .
"Marky?" Jack called, opening the door. Then gasped, "O-Oh no shh shh, sweetheart him here, what's wrong?" He asked, rushing over and hugging him. "Come on, talk t-to me baby"
The green haired man was barely able to get his skinny arms his baby. His sunken features just made Mark feel worse, so Mark just weeped into his boyfriend's ribcage. He could feel his bones through his shirt. . . he cried harder.
"W-We need to ca-call the hospital" Mark whispered, "W-We have no other choice, baby"
"W-what?" Sean said, sounding in shock, "Baby, what's wrong? Oh God Mark, what's wrong with ya, babe?"
"No, Darling. That's the thing; i-it isn't me who's sick" he said, pulling away from his chest. Then he stood, pointing him in the direction of the mirror, "Look, lo-look at that. That's you, that's actually your body. Don't you understand that's it's in no means healthy to look that way?"
"I-I know it's my body" he sighed, staring at himself, "I'm still too fat, I know I'm still too fat. I've always been too fat-"
"No!" Mark yelled, "No, for fuck sakes! You're starving yourself! You're in denial!" he said, before yanking off Jack's shirt, "Look at your own bones. Look how. . . how unnatural that is. I love you however you look but, you. . . you're actually killing yourself"
". . . I'm still. . . fat" he mumbled. Which caused Mark to get up, and grab the phone, "W-Wait, Mark d-don't!"
"Because you know you'll be sent away, don't you?" Mark growled, "I'm sorry but I'm not watching you kill yourself anymore! Look around Jack- I put up cameras to check if you've been lying, if you have been eating like you claim and it was something other than your diet. You didn't eat anything for three days, and the other days you barely ate a thing. . . how could you use my trust in you like that? You lied to me"
". . . I'm s-sorry, Mark. I never thought of it like that" he whimpered, "You're right, though. You've trusted in me that I've been feeding myself, and taking good care of myself while that couldn't be further from the truth. The truth being that. . . honestly, I've been starving myself, and I know I have. I can see why you may feel that now- you can't trust me on anything. But I hope you can still trust me on one thing"
Mark sniffles, trying to hold back his guilty tears, "W-what's that?"
"That I love you"
Sean used the threat of the hospital, and the fear of losing Mark, to motivate him to get better. It's a long road to recovery, but it can get better.
If you, or a friend suffer with a eating disorder, please get help. It'll be better for you and everything else. Remember hope;
Hold
On
Pain
Ends
