Bulimia(Luke Hemmings)

Prologue

        The first time it happened, it took a lot of convincing. I couldn't think of a better option, I was sick of all the comments, and thoughts that raced through my head all the time. Fat, ugly, loser, worthless, get thin, fat ass, and tub of lard were ones that stuck out most to me at the moment. It had happened for the thousandth time. I'd eaten everything and anything that I could get my hands on. Macaroni and cheese, a whole box, a bag of cookies, six fruit roll ups, and countless pieces of toast with nutella. I was so full that I felt I could explode. Stress eating was one of my worst habbits. I didn't want to return to school in the morning. I never used to think I was fat, until this year. Suddenly I felt as though I weighed 500 pounds. I felt worthless, and I couldn't help myself. Whenever I got more self conscious than normal, I just wanted to eat and eat and eat to make myself feel better, to make them angry, to fill the void in my life. Food was my only friend.

        I looked in the mirrior after my particularly large binge and cringed. Suddenly my cheeks looked much too round, my arms looked like they weighed 100 pounds each, and my stomach was the worst. It was round , and bulging, hanging over the belt I wore to secure my jeans. I was disgusted with myself. I was disgusted with the amount of food I'd just ingested. I just kept repeating the three magic words in my head over and over and over. Just throw up, just throw up, just throw up. I was afraid. I shouldn't have been. You're massive. No one will love you if you're fat. Puke it up you disgusting fat ass! My mind shouted. Tears suddenly began casqueding down my fat cheeks. Why are you crying? Just do it you moron! I let out a strangled sob before shoving my finger violently down my throat. The acid burned my throat as it raced its way into the toilet. I was about half way through when I heard my mother's voice,

        "I'm home, dear!" She called. I panicked, but kept vomiting. She came in and stopped short
"Oh my, are you alright?" She asked quickly. I nodded as I finished up.

        "I'm fine."

        "What happened?"

        "I puked."

        "Why?"

        "I'm sick."

Note: Finally, prologue to the Luke portion of the series. I hope you like it, and that it isn't weird that this is the only one in first person POV. Oh well. Leave  a comment telling me what you think. My favorite comment will get a dedication! Also be sure to check out the first three books of the series; Anorexia(Ashton), Depression(Michael), and Social Anxiety(Calum) I love you lots! Xx