Skin and Bones
Chapter 11
~*POV Tony*~
98 pounds? The number danced around in circles above my head. How can he weigh that little? He can't be healthy, no wonder he passed out today. Then I was filled with the desire to protect that small boy. I don't know what I'm protecting him from, but I can't let him get hurt. He means a lot to me, and I don't know why.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me. I was gentle though, afraid that if I pressed to hard I'd break him. He was so small, I could feel his ribs protruding from his back. Oh Mikey...
~*POV Mike*~
Suddenly Tony was hugging me. I'm not sure why he'd want to touch me, my fat should be horrifying to him. But either way I couldn't help but hug him back, it felt right, being in his arms. Is that weird of me to think? Yeswhatareyou?Afag? No. It's not weird, he's a friend... Right?
"Mikey," he whispered, "Please don't do this to yourself..."
I felt something inside me snap. I pulled out of his grasp before yelling at him, "Do what Tony? Try to better myself? And not be a fat discusting person anymore? I hate how much I weigh! I just want to be thin and beautiful! I don't want people to be discusted when I'm around!"
He looked hurt, like I had slapped him in the face. But he remained calm, "Who told you you're discusting Mike? Because you're not, you're perfect in everyway possible," his voice dropped down to a whisper, "I'm not just saying that either. You've been perfect to me since I first met you..."
He'slyinghethinksyou'rediscustingandyoushoulddie. I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I want to believe him so badly. When I look at him, all I see if honesty, but his words just don't make sense to me.
"How can I be perfect when all I do is fuck everything up?" I whispered, feeling tears drip down my face, Youareweakcryingisweak, "I can't even eat a fucking meal without being mentally assulted by guilt." Why am I telling him all of this? He'll think I'm a freak and not want to talk to me anymore. But I want to talk to someone, and I want him to hug me again because it felt so good.
He didn't respond, he just stood up and hugged me again. Oh how I want him to care about me. Hedoesn'tcareaboutyouhejustwantstomesswithyou.
"I don't know Mikey," he whispered, "But you are... And I want to help you, if you'll let me."
I didn't say anything. Do I even need help? Maybe help sticking to my diet, but I doubt that's what he means... But then again, it seems like I'm the only one that can't eat to lose weight. I see others eating, yet they're not fat. Maybe I could be like that too... Maybe I can reach my goal, and still eat a little bit.
I looked up at him and nodded. He smiled widely and hugged me tighter, "Thank you Mikey..."
98 pounds? The number danced around in circles above my head. How can he weigh that little? He can't be healthy, no wonder he passed out today. Then I was filled with the desire to protect that small boy. I don't know what I'm protecting him from, but I can't let him get hurt. He means a lot to me, and I don't know why.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me. I was gentle though, afraid that if I pressed to hard I'd break him. He was so small, I could feel his ribs protruding from his back. Oh Mikey...
~*POV Mike*~
Suddenly Tony was hugging me. I'm not sure why he'd want to touch me, my fat should be horrifying to him. But either way I couldn't help but hug him back, it felt right, being in his arms. Is that weird of me to think? Yeswhatareyou?Afag? No. It's not weird, he's a friend... Right?
"Mikey," he whispered, "Please don't do this to yourself..."
I felt something inside me snap. I pulled out of his grasp before yelling at him, "Do what Tony? Try to better myself? And not be a fat discusting person anymore? I hate how much I weigh! I just want to be thin and beautiful! I don't want people to be discusted when I'm around!"
He looked hurt, like I had slapped him in the face. But he remained calm, "Who told you you're discusting Mike? Because you're not, you're perfect in everyway possible," his voice dropped down to a whisper, "I'm not just saying that either. You've been perfect to me since I first met you..."
He'slyinghethinksyou'rediscustingandyoushoulddie. I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I want to believe him so badly. When I look at him, all I see if honesty, but his words just don't make sense to me.
"How can I be perfect when all I do is fuck everything up?" I whispered, feeling tears drip down my face, Youareweakcryingisweak, "I can't even eat a fucking meal without being mentally assulted by guilt." Why am I telling him all of this? He'll think I'm a freak and not want to talk to me anymore. But I want to talk to someone, and I want him to hug me again because it felt so good.
He didn't respond, he just stood up and hugged me again. Oh how I want him to care about me. Hedoesn'tcareaboutyouhejustwantstomesswithyou.
"I don't know Mikey," he whispered, "But you are... And I want to help you, if you'll let me."
I didn't say anything. Do I even need help? Maybe help sticking to my diet, but I doubt that's what he means... But then again, it seems like I'm the only one that can't eat to lose weight. I see others eating, yet they're not fat. Maybe I could be like that too... Maybe I can reach my goal, and still eat a little bit.
I looked up at him and nodded. He smiled widely and hugged me tighter, "Thank you Mikey..."
Notes
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