Body Checks in the Mirror (Tim x Moby)

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Months went on with restriction, my fitness pal, ana Twitter, thinspo, fatspo, meanspo, comments, weigh-ins to the point where his mother caught on.

"Tim I made your favorite meal," His mother told him, "Please eat something, you haven't been eating much recently."

"I'm not hungry." He mentioned, "I'm sorry, I'm not that hungry."

"Please, just please." His mother begged, "Please!"

Tim walked into the kitchen and saw the stuffed peppers, he remembered how good they tasted. But he had to keep losing the weight or everyone would hate him.

"I don't like stuffed peppers anymore." He said, "I just don't."

"Please, Tim!" His mother put her hands together, "Take one bite!"

"Fine," His heart dropped to the floor as he grabbed a small plate with a stuffed pepper on it, "I'll just take one."

He sat down at the dining room table and ate it slowly. He remembered a post he saw that talked about how you should eat for thin and followed those directions. Water, water, water, those were the rules. He opened his phone and put in the calories of his food, his heart dropped when he saw the number.

He walked away from the food halfway in and went back upstairs.

"Tim," His mother mentioned, "You haven't finished your food."

"God I'm not hungry!" He yelled, "I'm serious just leave me alone!" 

Slamming the door a wave of regret went over him, he felt like he binged. And in his eyes he truly did. He grabbed a sewing pin from his desk and ripped his shirt off while he flew himself to his bed.

TW: SELF HARM IM SERIOUS.

Lifting up his arm he started to cut on his upper ribs so no one would see it. No blood was coming out.

"I'm a fucking pussy" He whispered under his breath as he dug into his skin.

"One, two, three," He kept counting for every xxxx (I'm not putting that in I don't want to encourage eds) calories he ate that day to the point where his upper ribs looked like a barcode.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he opened his phone to text his best friend.

"I selfed harmed again."

"What-" Moby replied

"I'm so sorry."

"Nononono It's fine, well it's not really fine but I hope you get my point" Moby replied once more.

"I just feel like shit. I overate today."

"You did not overeat, and even if you did that doesn't make you less worthy than others."

"But it's so hard, you've read those comments. If I ate again who knows what would happen to me?"

Moby's typing bubble appeared then disappeared. Tim's chest grew heavier and heavier until.

"Do you want me to come over?"

Tim's heart seemed to stop beating, his thumbs danced over the phone while his mind raced with ideas.

"Yeah," Tim replied while a chill went down his spine.

"Alr. omw."

Tim threw his phone down while he walked into his bathroom, he grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom cabinet and compressed it onto his scars. He stared at his tear-stained cheeks in pity, he was unlovable, disgusting, his heart was empty.

He combed his fingers through his hair trying to look somewhat decent, but in the end, it still spiked up to no avail. Moby would be disgusted if he saw Tim in this state. This intelligent, know-it-all, teacher's favorite shouldn't be crying like this.

"Forgive me..." He whispered.

He heard a knock at his window and ran out to check who it was.

Moby's orange metal was standing out among the darkness, his eyes gleaming to him with the light smile that could comfort the world.

"Moby!" Tim flew the window open, "Why didn't you use the front door?"

"This is more fun." Moby stepped through.

"Ah," Tim looked down while he hugged his own self.

"Let me see the damage," Moby placed his hand upon Tim's shoulder.

"I..." Tim raised his arm to show the barcode that he was while tears swelled up in his eyes once again.

Moby bent down and held Tim's arm up for him while he observed.

"I'm so sorry..." Tim muttered, "I shouldn't have done this... I'm so sorry..."

"No, no, no." Moby straightened his back once again while he held his arms out to Tim.

Tim nodded while he dug his face into Moby's shirt while his hands grasped his jacket. Moby wrapped his arms around Tim while tears erupted from his eyes.

"I'm so sorry!" Tim cried, "Please I'm so sorry!"

Moby felt his shirt grow wet with tears as he held Tim closer, "It's alright... You did nothing wrong..."