Ian's Point of View
He left. I heard him walk off and start to talk on his phone. How could he just walk off and leave me like this. I sneak out of my room into the bathroom. I swore to myself I would never do what I was about to do ever again. I took my two fingers and shoved them down my throat. It took my me a couple of gags before anything came up. My throat is extremely raw and it feels like its on fire. Why am I doing this? It'd be easier if I didn't eat, wouldn't it. I would be skinny again, and perfect for Anthony. I would never be called fat ever again.
Anthony's Point of View
I headed towards the bathroom when I saw he come out of it. His eyes were red and watery. His whole body was shaking like a leaf in the wind. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. It smelled strongly of air freshner. I starred at myself in the mirror and slowly slid my hand under the soap dish. I grabbed my blade when I felt it. I pulled up my sleeves. Should I do this again? I have been so good about this. Oh who gives a shit, I might aswell. I take the blade to my skin and move it across my skin. Slowly at first and then faster. Why do I always have to fuck stuff up. I finally slow down and clean up my mess. Hopefully no one will notice.
AN- Sorry the chapter is short, I am at school. I have battled with anorexia/bulimia, and self harm in real life so I apologize if this triggers anything. Everything mentioned in here is fictional.
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I'll Weight On You (Ianthony)
FanficIan and Anthony discover tragedy between them, but each tragedy leads them closer to something they never noticed, their love for each other. Battling through hurt and pain will they ever have the courage to confess it?
