We spend hours talking and watching a movie in his basement. His mum is just as excited to see me and lets me have dinner with them. I love their family.
After painfully eating everything I was given, I excuse myself to go to the restroom. I turn on the fan so I won't disturb anyone then proceed to kneel next to the toilet and shove two fingers down my throat.
Gagging, gagging, more gagging, then vomit. Tears are running down my cheeks as I get up and flush the toilet and wash my hands, rinsing out my mouth as well.
I know deep down that I shouldn't be doing this, that it's wrong, but it feels so much better than stomaching my food. It all started because I felt fat. I was fat. My mum would call me that. So I did something about it. Now I just can't seem to stop.
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Help Me Live || Phan
FanfictionThis is the prequel to Let Me Die. Dan Howell is sad. But its more than that. He's not just sad, he's depressed. His friend Phil wants to help him, but how can you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? TW: cutting, depression, suicide, bulimia...
