Skin and Bones
Chapter 4
~*POV Mike*~
Home, finally. I got out of my brother's car and followed him inside. Our parents always work late so it's just the two of us. I walked upstairs to my room and changed out of my school clothes into athletic shorts and a t-shirt. I put my shoes on and walked back downstairs.
"Vic!" I yelled, "I'm going for a run!"
He grunted a response from the couch as I walked out the door. I love running, it makes me feel strong. When I run, I can think clearly, at the same time I'm burning calories. I jog down my driveway and towards the park. 3 laps around the park is one mile. On a good day I'll run 15 laps for an even 5 miles. But today isn't a good day, today I ate to much. So today I'll run more.
I had 122 calories from breakfast and lunch. But that wasn't the bad part, the bad part was my 7th period teacher passed out cookies to celebrate the new year. And I had one... 150 calories... That doubled my origanal intake. I spent the rest of day with a lump of cookie in my stomach, it reminded me of how discusting I am.
When I got to the park I ran harder, pushing myself to go faster, to burn more, to weigh less. The first couple of laps were hell, they always are. But after I finished the first mile I got into my grove and the world around me melted away.
The next thing I knew I had completed 21 laps, 7 miles. I was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I feel so good though, I feel strong, I am in control. I don't know how many calories running burns, but I had to have atleast burned through that cookie...
It was so hot outside though. As I walked back home I took my shirt off, silently apologizing to anyone that had to see my hideous body.
By the time I got home my breathing had regulated and I wasn't as hot. I walked in and saw Vic warming up his dinner in the microwave.
"Hey bro!" he said, staring at my body. The expression in his eyes quickly turned from happyness to worry.
He was probably worried about how one single person can be so fat. He was probably looking at my fat rolls with discust. His eyes saw right through the illusion I tryed to make by wearing big clothes. He saw how fat I truely am.
~*POV Vic*~
My brother walked through the door from his run as I warming up my dinner. He was gone for about 2 hours, I wonder if he ran the whole time... Probably not, 2 hours is a long time...
"Hey bro!" I said happily, as I turned to see him.
My brother had his shirt off and I couldn't help but notice how scrowny he is. His stomach was so flat it was almost caved in and I could clearly see all of his ribs. How can someone be that thin?
He turned away from me and walked upstairs without saying anything.
I hope he's ok. I'm really worried about him.
Home, finally. I got out of my brother's car and followed him inside. Our parents always work late so it's just the two of us. I walked upstairs to my room and changed out of my school clothes into athletic shorts and a t-shirt. I put my shoes on and walked back downstairs.
"Vic!" I yelled, "I'm going for a run!"
He grunted a response from the couch as I walked out the door. I love running, it makes me feel strong. When I run, I can think clearly, at the same time I'm burning calories. I jog down my driveway and towards the park. 3 laps around the park is one mile. On a good day I'll run 15 laps for an even 5 miles. But today isn't a good day, today I ate to much. So today I'll run more.
I had 122 calories from breakfast and lunch. But that wasn't the bad part, the bad part was my 7th period teacher passed out cookies to celebrate the new year. And I had one... 150 calories... That doubled my origanal intake. I spent the rest of day with a lump of cookie in my stomach, it reminded me of how discusting I am.
When I got to the park I ran harder, pushing myself to go faster, to burn more, to weigh less. The first couple of laps were hell, they always are. But after I finished the first mile I got into my grove and the world around me melted away.
The next thing I knew I had completed 21 laps, 7 miles. I was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I feel so good though, I feel strong, I am in control. I don't know how many calories running burns, but I had to have atleast burned through that cookie...
It was so hot outside though. As I walked back home I took my shirt off, silently apologizing to anyone that had to see my hideous body.
By the time I got home my breathing had regulated and I wasn't as hot. I walked in and saw Vic warming up his dinner in the microwave.
"Hey bro!" he said, staring at my body. The expression in his eyes quickly turned from happyness to worry.
He was probably worried about how one single person can be so fat. He was probably looking at my fat rolls with discust. His eyes saw right through the illusion I tryed to make by wearing big clothes. He saw how fat I truely am.
~*POV Vic*~
My brother walked through the door from his run as I warming up my dinner. He was gone for about 2 hours, I wonder if he ran the whole time... Probably not, 2 hours is a long time...
"Hey bro!" I said happily, as I turned to see him.
My brother had his shirt off and I couldn't help but notice how scrowny he is. His stomach was so flat it was almost caved in and I could clearly see all of his ribs. How can someone be that thin?
He turned away from me and walked upstairs without saying anything.
I hope he's ok. I'm really worried about him.
Notes
I think I'm really starting to get into this story. I have so many plans for this, I'm so excited... Is it bad I already have the ending planned plus and idea for a sequel and this is chapter 4? I guess that'll make update more... O_oAnd if you haven't noticed this is mainly focusing around Mike and his problems, but the farther we get in the more actual perrentes will happen and we'll get to know Tony more. PROMISE!
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