'Just' Plastic (Frerard)

Pressure

Gerard looked in the mirror, breathing in to suck his fat stomach in.

"You're so fat Gerard. Lay off the doughnuts." Bert said, eating a bar of chocolate.

"Sorry. I just...get hungry."

"Dumbass. You'd look better with a butt lift. Theres nothing to grab."

"I know. I'm gross."

"Don't tell me twice. I want to grab your ass, not your stomach. And its disgusting how ugly your face is. Like, your nose looks fucking stupid, i hate your chubby cheeks. Why can't you be attractive?"

Gerard sighed, "I don't know."

He pinched his little bit of weight on his hips, his eyes watering with tears. I'm fat. I'm ugly. I'm worthless.

"You should get plastic surgery. You might actually look good for once, i mean, look how fat your thighs are. No one wants that. Its fucking disgusting, your weight goes to your hips and thighs. Why can't you just eat and not gain a pound? You're fucking fat."

"I know i am, i'm sorry. I'm fat, ugly and stupid. I should die. I eat far too much."

"Yeah you do. You ate a full pizza last night without fucking hesitating."

Gerard nodded and covered his fat body back up. He put his thumb and finger around his wrist to see how fat his arms were. They barely made it around his wrist.

He stood on the scales, worried it would break under his extreme weight. 113 pounds. He read it 300. 113 was underweight for his height and age.

He sat down on the bathroom floor, forcing himself to throw up in the toilet by sticking his fingers down his throat. Only a little came out, because the truth was, he hadn't eaten in 2 days. He could barely walk. He wanted to be with Bert more than anything, since he thought no one would ever want him. The only hope to keep Bert dating him, was to make himself better, prettier, skinnier.

He lay down, weak from the forced vomiting and extreme hunger.

"I'm going out Gerard. I know exactly what food is in the pantry so don't you dare touch it." Bert called into the bathroom.

"Y-Yes Bert."

"You call me SIR!"

"Yes sir."

Gerard used the side of the bathtub to support himself back onto his feet. He was desperate for help, but he tried to call Mikey when Bert starved him, resulting in Bert smashing his phone to peices. He had no way to contact his family or for help.

He was desperate. He ran downstairs to the pantry and pulled out a loaf of bread, moaning with pleasure while he ate. He knew Bert would shove his fingers down his throat and make it come back up, before getting beaten up again.

He lay down on the couch, trying to hold the bread down, washing it down with a tall glass of water.

He felt everything coming back up, but he swallowed it back down. He sobbed, knowing that Bert had locked every window and door, so he couldn't escape from his shitty life.