Recovery

(30) He is not my boyfriend

Vincent's pov:

After I let the banana leave my body, I sit next to to toilet, listening to the bangs on the door in front of me.

Then it stopped.

I slowly get up and flush the toilet. Then I go into my sink and look at the mirror above it.

My light brown hair is going every witch way and my cheeks are flushed. My lips are set in a frown and I have throw up on my shirt.

I gag and quickly take of my shirt, being extra careful not to get the disgusting puke on myself.

I look in the mirror and almost cry at the reflection.

I'm short. Like really shirt for a guy. 5'0 to be exact. My chest is barely indented, and my stomach.

My flabby stomach is all I can see. I grip my fat as a tear rolls down my face. And another. Now I'm a crying mess in my bathroom.

A couple of minutes later I stop crying, and stare at myself at myself blankly. I sigh and get my toothbrush and tooth paste. After I put the white solution on my toothbrush, I put it in my mouth and brush my teeth for three minutes. After I spit it out and wash it all out with water, I wash my face and put a Listerine slip in my mouth.

After I'm all done cleansing myself, I get a white shirt from my spare shirts in the closet and put it on.

What? You never know when you need a shirt.

I open the bathroom door to see Jared sitting on it with a glass of water.

"Hey." He said, holding up the glass of water.

"Thanks." I took the cup and slowly say on the bed, looking down.

"So, Mister smart guy, can you tell me how much bacteria goes into your mouth when you force yourself to gag?" He said.

I rolled my eyes, "I didn't force myself to gag. I don't have a gag reflex so that would be kinda hard." I answered.

"You don't have a gag reflex? That's pretty hot." He said astonished.

I giggled and drank half of the water.

"So, why don't you eat." He said after a little bit.

"I do eat. You can't go longer then 30 to 40 days without eating until you die. And... I... I don't wanna die." I said, a tear rolling down my cheek for the second time today.

Jared wiped it away but said nothing.

"Now and then I eat an apple, or carrots or something."

"Damn, how long do you go without eating?" He asked curiously.

"I don't know. Maybe 3 or 5 days?" I answered.

He did a low whistle. "Wow, I can't even go 3 hours without something edible in my mouth hole." He joked, trying to lightin the mood.

I laugh and drown the rest of the water, standing up and putting it on my night stand.

I lay down on the bed, and Jared follows, looking at my ceiling.

"You know, I never noticed but you have a galaxy on your ceiling, nerd." He said.

"It's better in the night." I said smilling. "It glows in the dark." I whispered.

"Sick."

A couple of minutes later Jared props himself up and looks at me.

When the staring become to much to ignore, I turn my head and smile, raising my eyebrow. "What?"