Paul's POV:
I looked at Patryk. It was lunch time, and we were at my house. His plate was full of food but he just stared at it the entire time. I frowned but didn't say anything. I feel like it would be awkward to say anything. It's his problem anyways.. I shouldn't get into his business... right.?Patryk's POV:
I stared at my plate of food. My stomach growled and grumbled, but I didn't listen to it. I got up and went to the trash. I then scraped the food off of the plate. I let out a heavy and deep sigh. Paul invited me to his house today, suggesting I should stay over for a bit.
I groaned quietly and stretched out my long, scrawny, legs. Being tall had it's advantages, but oh my god, sitting for too long hurt your legs. I put my hands in my hoodie's pockets and walked to the bathroom. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I started tearing up. I loved Paul. I.. I don't know I just love him to bits! I can't help but think about him. But, he's straight! And I bet he doesn't even care. Probably pity. Only and just pity.
I slid down the bathroom door slowly, I squeezed my eyes shut and started to full on cry. A good thing about me is, most of the time, my crying is silent. Unless of course I start to whimper or just full on sob. But I knew Paul would hear me if I sobbed. So I choked it back. I put my head in my hands and continued to silently cry. I only whimpered softly, sniffling a bit. After a few more minutes of tears, I got up slowly, using the wall for help, and went to the cabinet.
I opened the cabinet and grabbed a razor. I rolled up my sleeve, then pressed down the razor on my soft skin, on my wrist. I winced as I did so, blood already starting to flow from the cuts. "Ow..." I whispered to myself.
More. Cut more! Do it now you dumb bitch!
I listened to the voice and pressed harder, cutting more. After a few more slits, I stopped, washed the blood, washed the razor, and then put the razor back. I put it back exactly where I found it. I pulled my sleeve back up and rubbed my eyes. Then, I made sure I didn't look like I was crying. Finally, I walked out of the bathroom, like nothing happened. "..You okay, Patryk?" Paul asked, it looked like he hesitated. "Y-Yeah I am fine.." I answered quietly. Paul frowned.Paul's POV:
Patryk came out of the bathroom. I hesitated to speak up. "..You okay, Patryk?" I asked him, a worried look on my face. "Y-Yeah I am fine.." He responded quietly. I frowned. "Are you sure.? You took an awfully long time to use the bathroom..." I said softly. "What's wrong, Patryk?" I asked. He stayed quiet. "You haven't been eating, have been quiet for most of the time, and you always avoid me... what's wrong..?" I asked once more, waiting to obtain an answer.
A/N:
So, I have gotten the app now. Sooooo I can write a lot more! I have been wanting to make a fanfiction about this for a while. So now that I can, I will have lots of fun with this!
Worthless_ Commie out!
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[Starvation] Anorexic! Depressed! Patryk x Paul
Fanfic(I made the cover! Do NOT steal! And do NOT use unless you ask me.) Patryk is a depressed pilot/soldier who starves himself every day. Paul finally notices something wrong with him and tries to help him. Paul also has a crush on Patryk. Wi...