Skeleton Bones - {Not Joshler} - COMPLETED

3 ;.; The Secrets Out-Part 2.

{Tyler's POV}

I didn't sleep at all. Instead I looked at the ceiling fan and listened to chatter in my mind. I finally got up at six. I drank some water and sat cross legged on the couch, while I stared into space. Around eight o'clock I noticed that Josh was up. Inside I debated whether or not it was to early to pay him a visit.
I ultimately decided to pay him a visit.
I went up to my room and took of my small, black shirt, grey skinny jeans and my red underwear. I got into my shower and turned on the water. "Ah, ah." My arms and legs stung when the water hit them. I leaned my head on the shower wall and breathed. I shampooed my hair and rubbed a bar of soap on my body. I had made the soap myself, it smelt like pine nettles and freshly chopped wood, because that's what was in them. Surprisingly, I never sold any, no one wanted to buy any. When the soap was washed out of my hair, I stepped out of the shower and combed my hair. I wrapped a towel around my thin body and opened up the dresser and got out grey underwear and a grey t-shirt, I walked over to the closet and got out a pair of maroon pants. I put my clothes on and finally I put on my black hoodie, my red car socks, and my black vans. I walked out of my house, crossed the street, and knocked on Josh's door. He came to the door, in a apron that said, #1 Dad, he had a spatula in his hand that had a monkey on the back. He seemed surprised that I was there. Perhaps it was to early to come over. I thought to myself.
"Come in." Josh said and opened the door wider. I followed him to the kitchen. His kitchen was nice and sparkly and he had grey marble countertop. I sat down at the island on a twisty bar stool. Josh was making scrambled eggs and bacon, beside the stove was a pale, blue plate that had a tortilla with mayonnaise and cheese on it. It smelt delicious, I really wished I could eat something, but I won't, ever.
"I'm cooking breakfast, want some?"
Obviously. Said my ghost.
I cleared my throat, my throat was so dry, "No that's okay, I'm good."
Josh tossed his spatula into the air like a really cool drummer would do and said in a chill voice, "Alright."
I wonder if he's any good at drumming? If so, I would like very much if we could have a band.
'You know that's a stupid, stupid idea. You can't even go to the store without making a fool of yourself.' Said the voice in my mind.
'You're right.' I said to the voice in my mind. If I could see it, it would be smirking. I looked up and closed my eyes, when I opened my eyes I saw Josh putting his food inside the tortilla. He practically slid to the refrigerator, he opened it and took out a quart of orange juice. "Want some?" He asked me and jiggled it. 'Should I?' I asked myself, 'Voices don't you dare say anything!' They said nothing, they were there but they held their responses. 'I think I should. I wouldn't want him to think that I was being mean for denying his hospitality.' So I looked up and said, "Uh, sure." He poured some orange juice into a small, blue glass and said, "Okey Doke!" He handed it to me.
He smiled at me. I held the glass in my hands and felt the coolness of it.
'Careful Tyler, don't drink it to fast.' So I took a tiny sip. I looked at Josh, he hade a strange look on his face. Josh looked away and at his food and picked up his breakfast burrito and giggled, "See? Like Taco Bell!" I laughed along with him so it didn't seem like I was to awkward, though I did want to laugh at him. I liked Taco Bell." I said quietly, pretty much mumbling to myself.
Not quiet enough I guess because he said, "Liked?" Josh's eyes where huge like he was amazed that someone couldn't possibly like Taco Bell. But I agreed with him on a level. 'What do you mean by liked?" He asked, though it was like a demand. He was demanding that I tell him why I didn't like, or in my case couldn't like, Taco Bell. "I, I" I tried to say something but there was nothing on my mind. My mouth is so dry! One thought crossed my mind, striking me with fear, What if he found out?  Josh talking loud, shook me out of my thoughts, what he had said was, "How can anyone stop liking Taco Bell?!"  I looked down, at my palms, it was hard to breathe. What could I possibly say? 'Oh Josh I'm just so fat I don't eat anymore I have to get skinnier. No one gets me. Don't talk to me how it's unhealthy, I'm fine!!' I rambled to myself, of course not out loud. "Tyler?" Josh's voice brought me out of my endlessly deep thoughts once again. His voice was kind of shaky. 'What if he knew?' I looked at him, I was on the verge of tears. Josh said the last thing I thought he ever would, even though I assumed. "Why are you so skinny?"
I swallowed, my mouth is so dry! I just stared at him, I didn't know what to say?  'Should I tell him? If I did tell him what would he do? What if he hates me? I'm kind of scared. If I tell him would he try to help me? I don't think I need help.' I looked at my seemingly meaty hand. 'Does he see what I see?' My moms voice rang through my mind, a memory, one of the last, rang through my mind. She had said, 'Baby, don't you ever give up. Don't let life get you down. And if life knocks you down get back up. If you can't, reach out to someone. Anyone. Remember, I love you and I will be watching you from heaven.'  
At the time mom didn't know I didn't have any friends, but now I think Josh might be my friend. Maybe I need help. So I will tell him. " I, I have anorexia." I said it quickly but slowly at the same time. It was foreign on my tongue. My heartbeat sped up as I watched him stand up. Would he hit me? Or just leave? I started crying. I couldn't say anything. I was just so scared. He came to where I was sitting and hugged me. His grip was tight and I was falling apart. He held me and I cried. I didn't want to mess up his shirt with my snot, but I couldn't stop crying and he didn't seem to mind.

It felt like forever till he pulled away, and my loud sobs faded to sniffles.
Josh spoke up first, his voice was husky, "I know what you're going through. My sister Ashley had anorexia, now she is flourishing and she is happy and leads a balanced life."
I looked at him processing his words.
"Do you want help?" Josh asked in a soft voice. I thought for a second before replying, "Am I fat?" I asked.
He looked at me in the eye, "No," He replied, "You are actually very skinny."
So my mind was warped. I didn't say anything, but Josh spoke almost very timidly, "How much do you weigh?"
What a personal question. I weighed myself yesterday. "Seventy-five pounds." I replied. Josh nodded, "My sister at her lowest point weighed, sixty-six pounds," He coughed a little bit, "I helped her though and now she weighs, one hundred and thirty pounds." Josh pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of his sister. She was tall and thin and had vibrant red hair, she had a smile on her face. I noticed that she had tattoos and she had a piercing, well I guess it runs in the family. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to be, normal.
"I want your help Josh," I croaked, "I need help." He nodded solemnly, "Okay, but it won't be easy."
I looked away and said, "Nothing ever is."