Anorexia(Ashton Irwin)

Four

        Ashton layed in numb pain, curled up on the floor of the basement. All he wanted was for Vanessa to love him. All he wanted was for her to treat him the same way he treated her. He knew it was his fault for being so weak and eating the food, that's why he let her burn him with the lighter like she did, but he was beginning to question why exactly he let her hurt him so badly. All he had was one piece of bacon. That couldn't have been so bad, could it of? He knew it was nothing to fret in all seriousness. He began to think a bit more, remembering how Ginger had given him pringles. She didn't care if he ate. She was kind to him, let him lay his head on her even. Then he remembered what Vanessa said to him. No one would ever love him if he was as fat as he was. He looked down at his stomach. Although his ribs were saying a not so friendly hello from beneath his skin, he saw himself differently. He saw layers of fat and gross streatch marks. He saw pounds upon pounds of unflattering fat that made him want to puke. When had he gained so much weight? Perhaps that's why it seemed so difficult for him to move from the spot where he'd curled himself up. He heard footsteps approaching the basement door. It opened up to reveal the face of Vanessa staring down at him.

        "Get up you fat fuck. I need your credit card. I'm going shopping." She growled. Ashton tried his hardest to stand up, but he just couldn't find the strength to do so. He got to his hands and knees and fell back to the floor. Why do you have to be so fat? Why can't you at least be thin enough to get up? He asked himself harshly. He reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet. He held it out, having a hard time keeping his arm in the air. Vanessa snatched it from him and began back up the stairs.

        "Wh-when will you be back?" He asked in a shakey voice. Vanessa scoffed.

        "Later." she replied and with that she left. Ashton felt a burning pain in his legs and arms where she'd burned him. Why couldn't he just be thin? He crawled his way up the stairs and picked up the phone with a hefty hand. It rang once, twice, a third time and finally he heard the voice he'd been longing for. The one that made him smile no matter the situation. The voice he absolutely adored.

        "Ashton? What's up?"

        "Ginger? Could you come pick me up?" He coughed "I miss you"