Bring Me Home // Phan

17

Dan's POV

A few more minutes passed by in silence before Phil spoke again.

"Why aren't you eating them? Do you not like them?"

"They're good... I just..."

"Dan, you need to eat."

I turned my head, clenching my fist and wondering why I was suddenly so angry.
"It's none of your business."

"Dan..."

"No, Phil!" I turned to him, tears in my eyes, my voice raised. "This is the one thing I have control of in my life! I need this! Don't ruin this for me!"

My tears seemed to put out the fires of my temper, and I sat there, breathing shallowly.

Phil was quiet for a bit before speaking softly.
"Dan, come with me."

He led me to my bathroom and stood me in front of the mirror.

He told me to lift up my hoodie.

He was determined.

I gave in, pulling it up and looking away as I did so.

"What's wrong? Why won't you look at yourself?" He asked.

"I'm so fat."

"You're not, Dan. You're so skinny. It's scaring me. You're barely have anything on your bones. How can you not see how dangerous this is, Dan?"

Looking into the mirror at my stomach, it was like I was seeing someone else.

This person wasn't me.

They were barely skin and bones.

I could see their ribcage.

Their hip bones jutting out.

Then I saw Phil in the mirror behind me.

He was crying.

I'd made him cry.

"I'm sorry." I told the figure in front of me, watching as a tear slid down their cheek.