Oneshot. I thought Sam's substoryline about his Body Dysmorphic Disorder in RHGS was not given enough attention and I used a random word generator to get 'Pressure' which for some reason made me think of this…
As Sam Evans stared into the mirror, he saw something. He saw his own body.
His own disgusting body staring back at him.
He glared at the person in the mirror, the grotesque creature he saw, layered in fold after fold of fat, the thing was glaring back at him.
Sam looked down at his abdomen, the sight of it made Sam want to be sick.
His own stomach was enveloped with blubber.
He used to think he was just chubby but over the past few months he'd been noticing how disgusting he really was.
As he bent over the toilet in his bedroom he reflected on how his classmates and fellow glee clubbers despised him.
They would constantly taunt and mock him over his weight, Quinn and the other girls would constantly tease him, sarcastically remarking how he was "ab-ulous" and the guys frowning in disgust at his figure when he was changing in the locker rooms.
They would ask him; holding back their laughter, on how "he kept his perfect figure".
Tears mixed with vomit and phlegm as they fell into the toilet.
His purging was the only thing that kept him going anymore, the only thing that stopped him from ending it.
He gagged as his fingers made contact with the back of his throat, he repeated this twice and finally upchucked, traces of protein shake mixed with carrot encased his taste buds, but Sam was used to that taste by now. His mouth had slowly just gotten over the rotten flavour.
"Sam?" he heard his mother call before knocking twice upon his bathroom door, "Is that you?" She asked. "Shit" he thought, "If she comes in now I'm screwed".
"One sec Mum" He replied hoarsely.
"Is everything okay in there?" She questioned.
"Everything's fine" Sam replied as he flushed the toilet. He grabbed a can of Lynx and started spraying himself and the toilet so the reek couldn't be identified.
"Come in" He told her. As she walked into the room, Sam was just cleaning the saliva off his fingers with a wad of tissue.
"Whatever were you doing?" She inquired.
"Just prepping myself up for a routine, I have training tomorrow" Sam replied with a smile.
"Oh" She stated blandly, "It sounded like you were…" She trailed off her words into a mumble.
"What was that?" Sam asked.
"Oh nothing darling, I'm just thinking … no, nevermind" She said, staring at Sam as if she wanted to say something but could not bring herself to do so.
"Okay well I'm going to go watch Family Guy now" He told her, with an unconvincing smile.
"Okay" She responded, "Have fun".
"I will do" He told her.
As they both parted from each other; Sam going to his room, His mother going to the kitchen, they looked back at each other. Sam was longing to tell her what was going on; to tell her that her perfect son was not so perfect. To confide in her so she'd take him in her arms and hug him and tell him everything will be fine; like when he was younger. He left the bathroom and went to his room.
"No, no one needs to know about this" He thought as he closed the door and himself up.
Authors Note: The views Sam has on his body in no way reflect my views on people of certain sizes. Also the ending with his mum was completely random. Please review .