Candy Boy (COMPLETED!)

Chapter 4- Ana

Okay a warning before you continue- THIS IS A VERY TRIGGERING CHAPTER AND INCLUDES THE TOUCHY SUBJECT OF EATING DISORDERS!!! PLEASE DISCONTINUE READING IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU IN ANY WAY! Also since this is raising awareness I will link a video below this to give insight on what Anorexia Nervosa actually is. Also please speak up or call an eating disorder helpline- even visiting a doctor briefly could save your life. You are all perfect and I wanted to make sure only people comfortable with reading intense scenes on this subject and detailed descriptions of the visible signs are continuing. As I said before- my next story will be much more light hearted and comfortable to read. Please be patient and it will come soon. Okay here is the video I want those of you- ONLY IF YOU'RE COMFORTABLE to watch in order to learn about the disorder I'm raising awareness for.

Okay now into the story!

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You woke up and changed, hopping with crutches to your bathroom. You were finishing getting ready when as you looked at yourself in the mirror, a bitter and sour voice could be heard in your head.

*You will never be perfect if you keep eating. Look at you. DISGUSTING. No wonder you get bullied you are UGLY. You need to be PERFECT and to do that you must be thin. Slim and pretty.*

You stood in disbelief, wondering if you imagined that voice just now. But it sounded so close, so real, to the point where you almost felt the hot angry breath of the voice on your neck. You decided it was just because you were tired. You only had today and then the summer holidays so you went to school as always.

Dance class came but you were injured so couldn't join in. You decided to watch everyone in your class having one last dance. Strangely the mean crew weren't here so you were happy.

Everyone laughed and enjoyed the lesson. Then the mean girls burst in late. You had to watch your latest routine that they copied again, not bothered. They smirked at you and laughed at your crutches, getting into position arrogantly. It was a great dance but you were the one that created it, not them.

Everyone cheered and then you all went to normal classes until lunch. You skipped and went to the music room, since it was your last lesson anyways. You warmed up and tuned your guitar, finishing as people entered. They asked you to play piano, guitar and sing. First you did piano. It was beautiful and everyone clapped afterward, but they were most exited for you to play guitar. You played perfectly and your voice was sweet as usual. Everyone then cheered and ran out of school as the bell went. SUMMER!!! you waited for the stampede to exit before Jungkook helped you up and passed your crutches. You smiled at him and he walked you to the gate. You hugged each other and promised to hang out through summer. Then as you waited for your brother to pick you up, the mean girls snatched your crutches, causing you to wince as you fell awkwardly. They laughed and beat you as usual. HARD. And their taunts echoed through your mind. The voice from this morning seemed to join in too.

FAT.

UGLY.

WORTHLESS.

They threw your crutches far beyond your reach and sauntered away laughing. Thank god Jimin had pulled up as you were struggling to stay conscious. You felt warm and strong arms guide you to the car and then you blacked out. You woke up in your bed with a quiet and empty room. Then everything filled your brain again and you screamed into your pillow. You then hopped to the bathroom and grabbed a razor. You pressed it firmly onto your lightly scarred, bony wrist. You were just going to press your vein when Jimin opened the door. He screamed and snatched the razor, hugging you as you both cried. He promised to stop the bullies and surprisingly he managed to get them expelled. But they left their mark and your mind and body would suffer because of them. Mi-cha would never forgive them. EVER.