Reddie Oneshots

reddie eating disorder fic part 4

⚠️trigger warning⚠️

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Oddly enough, Eddie swears that time is only moving faster because of his... diet. June passed by in a blur, and that's really all he remembers, his days blurring into one. The feeling of the scale under his feet in the mornings and the bitter taste of black coffee.

When he closes his eyes at night, listening to David Bowie on his walkman, he imagines a true summer. One with ice cream and hotdogs, laying at the quarry all day and eating junk food with his friends at the movie theaters. He misses that life, but then again he doesn't.

He doesn't want to be that fat again, he'll simply die if he does. He's grown to love the feeling of hunger, how he feels nauseous but happy at the same time, in the sickest way possible. Eddie can't go a day without reminding himself how fucked in the head he is, how he should stand in front of the train tracks and wait. Clenching his hands around his blankets and crying into his pillow, Eddie notices ho miserable he is.

And it's so confusing because he thought he would be happier, having lost 10 pounds, but he's just... sad. He's so sad.

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~July~

He writes down in his notebook:

56 days until school starts. 27 lbs to go.

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The phone rings from the kitchen as Eddie is cutting a banana into minuscule pieces to have for lunch and he nearly cuts his finger, jumping from the sudden loud sound. "Fuck," Eddie grumbles, dropping the knife on the counter. He needs to eat now, it's 2:20, when he's supposed to break. his fast.

"Hello?" Eddie says urgently into the phone, hoping to hang up as soon as possible.

"Spaghetti Man!" Eddie rolls his eyes as a smile forms on his face.

"Whatcha up to today, babe?"

Eddie blushes at the nickname but chooses to ignore it. Maybe he'll say it again. "Tons. I was thinking of throwing a party."

"You need a party to have a party, Ed's. I am the party in case you've forgotten."

"How could I?" Eddie says, twirling the spiral phone cord around his fingers.

"Wanna start this party a little earlier? I've moved my date with Stan's mother back."

"Oh, bummer." Eddie jokes, crossing his ankles and squeezing them together.

"Big bummer, I was really looking forward to it."

Eddie bites his lip. "So you're gonna come over?"

"Be there in ten."

The phone line goes dead, leaving Eddie sitting on the table with a long dial tone ringing in his ear from the other line. He places the phone on the wall and turns to the counter where the banana and the knife lay. He feels the emptiness inside of him, how a large cloud of nothing swims in his stomach. He holds a breath and grabs onto his ribs, closing his eyes.

He throws the half-cut banana away and washes the knife, sitting on the warm couch with a dull smile on his face. I'll be there one day.