*DISCLAIMER*: I do not own Dan or Phil, nor any of the characters in this story that are real irl. Everything in this story is not definitely true and is purely fiction (and I hope most of it stays that way.)

*WARNINGS*: If you are sensitive to the following things: eating disorders, abuse, self harm, anxiety (and other things related to those topics that future chapters may contain) then I would suggest skipping the chapters that contain things like that. (I will put more warnings in the description.)

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2006

Dan hadn't eaten in three days. He had lost 28 pounds in the space of those three days. I'm doing well. Just keep going Dan. Soon you will be as thin as Adrian was and then mum won't have to scold me anymore because I haven't been dieting. . even though when she first said I should, the scales told me. . and a doctor, that my weight was fine, maybe even a little light for my age. Weird. Dan bent over the toilet lid in his households' single bathroom upstairs. There was only a toilet downstairs and Dan needed to wash away the guilt after this. Why did I eat that apple in school today? I should have refused it from Jesse. Why do I always give in to peer pressure? Stupid, stupid, STUPID.

Dan pushed two fingers down his throat. He had done this so many times, he was used to it.

He threw up, except something was wrong. Blood? Dan stared into the toilet. "No..", he moaned out loud. His abdomen clenched. "Ah.." He clutched at his body with both hands, wrapping his arms around himself. Worryingly, they went around his whole body where his fingers could link together at the back. This scared Dan. He removed his arms from his body and stared at the back of his hands, the bones extremely prominent. His long fingers were thin and shaking. His wrist had a circumference of, at the most, five centimetres. He turned his hands over and looked at his palms. He could see the blue and purple veins, travelling through his wrists and up his arms. His pulse was thrumming hard and fast. "What am I doing to myself?", he whispered.

Someone knocked on the door.