Tony led me upstairs, and to the kitchen. Where I saw that someone, most likely Vic, had been cooking. Their were scrambled eggs(80) with bacon(88) and orange juice(122) waiting on the table for us.

"I figured that we could continue working today," Vic said, sitting down, "And for that we need energy."

"That's a good idea," Tony said, smiling at him, "Thank you."

I nodded weakly and sat down acrossed from Vic, Tony sat next to me. Vic and Tony started serving themselves plates of food, but I just sat there and stared at my empty plate. It smells so good, I want to eat so much. Butifyoueatyou'llbefatandTonywon'tloveyouifyou'refat. I sighed and just sat there as they started eating, hoping they wouldn't notice.

But sadly, Tony did. He my plate and spooned a small amount of egg, no more than one, on my plate. He smiled hopefully before sitting the plate back down in front of me. I put a small pile on my fork and examined it. It'sjustapileoffoodyoudon'tneedit. I wanted to eat it so badly, but something was telling me not to. Emptyisstrong. Fullisweak.

I looked passed the fork and at my brother. He had stopped eating and was watching me, when he saw me looking at him, he smiled and nodded his head. I looked back at the egg on my fork. I gulped before shoving it in my mouth. Youareweak. It tasted so good. You'rebetteroffwithoutit. I took another bite, just as small.

Tony patted my back as I kept eating. The food was gone all to soon. I wanted more. Youdisgustme. Youdisgusteveryone. But I stopped at one egg, not wanting them to be grossed out by the amount I was eating.

I despretaly wanted to puke and get rid of the eggs now pitting in my stomach. I already regrett eating it, and I haven't even stepped on the scale yet... I put my head in hands, trying not to be overtaken by the voices swirling around.

Ewwhat'swrongwithyou. You'regross. Howcanonepersoneatthatmuch? Youareweak. Fullisweak. Emptyisstrong. Whyareyousoworthless. You'refat.

I felt myself start to sob. That'sweak. I didn't want to, but once I started I just couldn't stop. I instantly felt a pair of arms surrond me. Tony's? Vic's? It doesn't matter because I soon felt second pair. They both stood their, hugging me, while I sobbed.

~*POV Tony*~

Mike did so good. I'm so happy that he ate that much, maybe he doesn't want help... I looked up at him and smiled, only to see him staring off into space. Something is defiantly wrong, he looked like he was about to cry...

"Mike..." I said, but it seems he didn't hear me.

He put his head in his hands and gripped his scalp. He started to sob. Oh god. I rushed over and pulled him into a hug. I tryed to comfort him, but I was unsuccessful. I felt Vic join my efforts as he wrapped his arms around Mike also.

We just stood their, neither of us saying anything to him. No one moved, and it felt like no one was breathing. Eventually Mike collapsed his head into my chest and kept crying. I used one of my hands to rub the side of his face, trying to calm him. Oh Mikey... I wish you could see yourself the way I do. You're perfect and beautiful and so, so thin.

Notes

Someone really needs to do something about that voice in Mike's head dammit! :( I honestly don't know why I write the things I do. It's like if I don't get emotional while writing it, it's not good enough... But not every chapter can be heartbreaking... *Sighs* *Crawls into bed* *Dies* Tell my family I love them...