[Starvation] Anorexic! Depressed! Patryk x Paul

Starving

The next day, Patryk hasn't eaten anything. Anything at all. He only drank water, and locked himself in his room. Paul was beyond worried, and would try to get Pat to come out of his room, but Pat would always refuse. Paul was going to ask again for Pat to come out of his room, and this time, he wasn't going to take no or I'm Fine for an answer.

Paul's POV:

I marched upstairs. Patryk hasn't eaten anything yesterday and anything today. He also hasn't come out of his room all day, not even for his usual water. And I'm more than concerned and worried.
I approached his room door and knocked on it. "Pat? You doing okay in there?" I asked the taller male, putting my head and ear up against the door. I could hear faint sobs. "Y-Yeah.." His voice croaked out. "I'm f-fine.." He said. "Pat, when people say they are fine, they are the complete opposite of fine. Please.. I can hear you crying in there.. come out of your room please.. I want to give you hugs and kisses.." I said aloud.

Patryk's POV:

I hesitated to answer. I didn't want him to find out I had cut again...

~ Fflllllllaaaaaassssshhhhhbaaaaacccckkkk ~

I pulled up my shirt in front of the mirror in the room, just enough so I could see my stomach and where my ribs would be. My stomach was thin and my ribs could be seen. I sighed.

You're still a worthless, disgusting, fat, human.

The voice spat venomously. My lip quivered as I pulled my shirt down quickly. I slowly and silently walked over to my dresser as tears welled up in my glossy eyes. I opened up a drawer and went to the very back and bottom of it, under all of my stuff that was in there. I found my razor.
I love razors.. they are so sharp, shiny, clean, and made out of metal. The razor I had was special, I cleaned every time after my self harming session, and made sure it was hidden away.
I then closed the drawer and sat down on my floor, up against my bed. I rolled up my sleeve that was scattered with deep cuts. Big ones and small ones. Long ones and short ones. Most of them were at my wrist, so I went a bit lower. I cut and cut and cut. Until there was no room there. I watched the blood pour out of the slits in my skin for a minute or two. Then, I brought the razor up to my wrist and vein. I then cut a long, deep slit into my wrist. I was pleased with this. I then went to my other arm and did the same thing I had done to the one I had done before. I wasn't completely satisfied with these cuts however. I rolled up down my sleeves not bothering if the sweater I was wearing got bloody, hell, it was red anyways. I rolled up my pant legs, enough to see right above my knees. Tears ran down my face as I cut my thighs deeply. This was new to me, I never self harmed on my thighs but I was desperate. It hurt and burned, but it sure as hell felt mighty good. I smiled painfully through my tears. When I was done with that thigh, I moved on the the next. And,

Cut.

 

Cut.

Cut.

    Away is what did. When I was finally finished, and satisfied, I wrapped bandages around the cuts on my thighs, since my pants are a light blue and I didn't want the blood to be spotted if it bled through. I exhaled a soft, heavy sigh. I cleaned up my razor with a baby wipe, and put the razor back, far into the drawer. Making sure, it was very well hidden.

~ End of the Ffllllllaasssshhhhhbaaaacccckkk ~

    I didn't want to come out, but Paul was going to know for sure something was wrong if I refused for the I don't know how many times I've been refusing to come out. I wipe away my tears harshly, and bite my quivering lip. 
     I slowly made my way to the door and unlocked, opening it up. Paul immeidately gave me a big hug, squeezing tightly. "Finally!! I love you so much~!" He said as he gave me kisses all over my tear stained face.

3rd Person POV:

Paul picked up Patryk and carried him to the couch. He laid Patryk down, and crawled into the couch with him. Paul spooned Patryk as the  two men drifted off, and fell asleep, very comfortable on the couch. Paul had no idea Pat has cut...

                                      Yet.