Dan's POV
I hadn't cut for a week.
Phil was proud of me.
That was all that mattered.
He was proud I was eating.
But I wasn't better.
I always got rid of it after.
When he weighed me, I'd drink loads of water, and hide weights in my clothes to make me seem heavier.
He thought I was nearly at a normal weight.
But I couldn't bare the thought of seeing so much fat on my body.
Phil smiled at me as I ate everything on my plate, then I excused myself to my room.
I couldn't keep that in me.
Fatty potatoes.
Oily butter.
Cheese.
Disgusting.
Get rid of it.
So I bent over the toilet and shoved two fingers into the back of my throat, drawing tears in the corners of my eyes.
I watched as my dinner fell into the white bowl below me.
And I did it again.
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Bring Me Home // Phan
FanficDan is secretly suffering from depression. On the outside he seems bubbly and happy, but on the inside he wishes for it to all be over. When his friend, Phil, unexpectedly invites him to stay at his apartment, Dan struggles to keep up the glass that...
