Unlikely

Chapter Eight

*Ana's POV*

     I've got them both. Trapped under my spell. I don't know how the idiots fell for this moronic disorder, but I'm contented none the less.
How much did you eat today, Tyler? I ask the blonde. He seems to drown me out on good days, but on bad days, well...
     It's not good, to put it briefly.
     But today was a good day, so he only mumbled out a weak, "leave me alone, Ana."
     And I left him. The gay piece of shit who was in love with a 19 year old pop artist-Troye Sivan, I believe his name was. Sounds like pedophilia to me, but that's not why I'm after him. His insecurity feeds me. I live off of self-hatred and lack of control. I've been with him through everything. How the hell could he just ditch me like that? When he got help I was pissed, to say the least. On the bright side, though, he still had his issues that I thought I helped him with. Key word thought. He thinks he can rid himself of me? Pathetic.
     Oh, Ethan. I whispered my curses at him. He was a scrawny thing, but size doesn't matter to me. It's just whoever wants to be skinny but doesn't know how. Dear Ethan. Have you eaten today, dear?
     "Not much," he responds.
Not much needs to be nothing, Ethan. I only stay for the better looking ones. Now, are you going to eat, love? I taunted. He shook his head madly, garnering a few looks, casting off some of the doubt in my mind.
     "No, ma'am. I will never eat again. Although it will be difficult, I will try!" He replied. I smiled, but it was a dark smile, one that proved society has been corrupted by the views of the envious and greedy. One that proved that there was no more innocence left in the world. "I love you, Ana, and I hope you love me!"
Oh, Ethan. How naive you really are. Of course I do. I admire your loyalty to me. That Tyler kid you're dating won't support you in losing weight, will he? But I will. I'll support you unconditionally and feed you positivity like you feed me. I'll fuel your fire. It's not my fault you ended up here. You have to hide it better. I'll help you hide it better. A promise is a promise, my dear.
Ethan grinned from ear to ear, falling face-first into my trap. He was so innocent, so pure, until I made him like this. But goddamn my Tyler and his evil ways, he made Ethan think that he was perfect. And he was, but he flattened him up. They made him flawed. They fucked him up, and all I was trying to do was help him be perfect.
"Guys! We've got food!" Tyler said enthusiastically, waving papers to get their attention. Marzia and Felix said some "about time"s but otherwise it was pretty quiet. Ethan said, "no, I'm not hungry. Maybe later."
"That's bullshit, Ethan. We all know you're hungry." Felix said. Ethan shrugged.
"I'm not, honest."
Just then, Ethan's stomach growled faintly. No one heard it except Ethan's boyfriend how decided to fucking visit finally.
He didn't visit you right away because you're too ugly. I could feel scorn flowing like adrenaline through his blood, making him hate the one he was supposed to love. When you're with me, one of the most vile creatures on the planet, there is no love. If there was, I wouldn't be a mental illness. I wouldn't be an inner demon that you had to fight to live.
"Eat." Ethan's Tyler said, completely emotionless. I sighed in Ethan's head.
Look at what little emotion he has. That's pity and anger. He pities you and hates you at the same time!
"Okay, okay, I'll just...go...then..." Ethan's Tyler trailed off. With one last long, pitiful glance at his "boyfriend", he went his separate way.
Now will you believe me, dear? Nobody wants you. Now, if you lose weight, people will want you, people will love you.

This got way deeper than I thought. Also, I don't hate the lgbt community. I am bisexual myself. It was just for the plot. Shoutout to @MrHetfield1983 for commenting and voting! Stay safe!
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