Reddie Oneshots

reddie eating disorder fic part 10

⚠️trigger warning ⚠️

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It was two days later when Eddie nosedived into his own world of depression and eating disorders. Except for this time, he had found ways to dodge Richie's questions and concerns, making himself out to be healthy.

His mother bought food... eventually. And the cabinets were stocked again with terribly unhealthy food. Eddie could feel his stomach lurching in protest upon seeing the box of Oreos. The taste of chocolate became repulsive to him, reminding him of brown, liquidy, chocolate ice cream. How cold it felt against his throat coming up, sticking to his teeth and making his fingers cold— in the grossest way possible.

Eddie shivered and cringed thinking about it... he wished there was somebody to tell him that purging an entire pint of chocolate ice cream wasn't going to be very pleasant.

Every time he thinks about it, he chugs water until his stomach hurts. He's found that it works, and it's saved him from a 5000 calorie binge many times since the cabinets have been stocked with all of his, fear food.

Or, if it's the middle of the night and he can't bring himself to fill up a glass with water... he smokes. Every day leads him to this, leaning outside of his bedroom window with a cigarette between his fingers, taking deep breaths as smoke slides out of his mouth and nose. He used to detest cigarettes and would glare at Richie every time he lit one, always giving Beverly the cliché "Stop Smoking" brochures that they have in the pharmacy.

He likes the way the cigarettes look against his fingers, how in the moonlight he can see the veins in his hands, and the bone on his wrist. It makes him feel... real. The burn that the cigarette has on his throat combines with the roughness from constant purging and Eddie closes his eyes, fighting a cough. When he opens his eyes again he sees spots in his vision and lets out a shaky breath, ignoring the foul taste in his mouth.

When he's done with his cigarette he throws it into his neighbors bush and closes his window, sitting on his bed and blinking sleepily. He wraps his fingers around his wrist, sighing in contentment when they meet each other. He's lost three pounds in those two days, he fasted for 33 hours and then ate 200 calories of green bell peppers. He's back to running again, every morning for an hour and a half. He looks forward to it... it's the only time he feels anything.

Richie doesn't know about these things, and whenever he comes over Eddie is sure to have showered, put his sweaty clothes in the washer, and put plates in the sink to make it look like he's eating. He says he's so proud. Eddie feels like shit.

Eddie scoots backward on his bed, pulling his bed covers up to his chin and curling around a stuffed bear that Richie got him. Eddie has been... regressing lately. He finds comfort in his stuffed bear and burying himself under blankets. It takes the weight off his shoulders. He feels small and childlike, something that he's longed for.

Richie takes it well, holding him and stroking his hair every time. Making Eddie feel loved when he kisses all over his face and calls him baby boy.

It takes forever for him to fall asleep, but when he does he's positioned his pillow so he can wrap an arm around it, and press his cheek into the soft fabric.

-x-

"Eddie?" His mother calls from the living room. It's the first time she's addressed him since the incident so it's shocking and Eddie has to compose himself before answering her. He steps into the living room after taking off his running shoes, looking at her with sweat trickling down the sides of his face.

"Yes?"

She glances at him and sighs. "It's my sisters 40th birthday, and she's invited us to stay at our house this weekend..."