𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 || 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐲𝐧

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠

Warning:
If you're uncomfortable with anorexia please skip this chapter
Next chapter will have a recap

While everyone else had full plates of waffles and bacon and all sorts of greasy foods corbyn had a small bowl of cherrios less than halfway full. It didn't even have milk in it and might I add that the bowl looked just as sad as corbyn did.
Corbyn grimaced and looked at the food around the table with a bit of disgust. Almost as if he was shaming them all in his mind and the judgmental glare on Corbyns face made me disappointed a tad bit. I sat beside him and he smiled realizing I came back.
"I'm so glad your back! We have so much more planned today." Corbyn said tugging my arm for me to sit beside him and I did. He leaned towards my ear and whispered "Is that the only reason you left last night?"

He caught me off guard and I felt shivers travel down my spine. I gulped nervously and nodded. "If you say so." Corbyn whispered before planting a small kiss on my ear. In my head I was screaming but outside I kept my composure.  "You never changed clothes silly." Corbyn said his smile wideneing and bringing me up the stairs with him. He opened his closet and began looking through his clothes trying to choose something for me. I realized corbyn smiled a lot.

though strangely I didn't even mind.

He pulled out a white hoodie with the words 'PLUTO IS STILL A PLANET' written in small letters in the center and I giggled a bit. "It's true you know." He remarked noticing that I read the shirt. "It's too small bean." I laughed seeing his face then red in anger. He was getting worked up and the argument had barley started. "DUDE LITERALLY-" corbyn began and I quickly pressed my index finger to his mouth smirking. "I'm kidding with you firstly." I chuckled and he frowned moving back. 

The smell of whatever they were making reached upstairs and corbyn scowled. "You can get dressed and I'm going back downstairs." He said throwing me a pair of his black pants and then shutting the door behind him.

I tried my best to squeeze into the boys skinny jeans but I had never wore pants so small. I sighed giving up and just putting on the hoodie. I wondered if corbyn realized how skinny he was.
I folded the pants and put them to the side. I began to crave when the smell of bacon hit my nose. I walked in the hallway and corbyn was pacing around.
His hands were clasped together in front for him and he was muttering something to himself. He looked to be panicking and I didn't know why, he was fine a few minutes ago. He quickly covered his nose with his hands then.
He pushed past me and ran into the bathroom in his room.

What corbyn didn't realize is that he left three bathrooms door open.

I followed behind him a few seconds later and I felt frozen. 'What the hell are you doing?' I watched corbyn on his knees in front of the toilet a hand reaching down his own throat and tears forming in his eyes. He began gagging disturbingly loud and forcing his fingers deeper. I quickly took a step back before running away from the scene. I knocked on the first door in the hallway panicked I began to bang on it.
"Hello?" It was the girl from the other day in her bed clothes and yawning.

"C-corbyn.. he's.. doing it." I tried but words wouldn't form in my mouth. I didn't know how to explain it and I didn't want to have to I shivered in horror recalling the scene. Him gripping the toilet and a bunch of food and spit going down the toilet. His hand all the way in his mouth and down his throat while tears rolled to his cheeks.

It was so

Disturbing

Her eyes widened and she rushed past me dashing into his room.