Title: Skin and Bones
Pairing: Flones (Tom and Danny)
POV: Tom's POV
Rating: 14A (Use of bulimia)
Disclaimer: Name of the story is copyrighted towards Marianas Trench, also some of the phrases used in the text below. The plot belongs to me.
Summary: Thin, where the hell have you been?
Enjoy! :)
NOTE: This was actually the very first standalone I've ever written, so it's a bit rusty!
xo
You're all downstairs.
With friends, having a ball.
While, I'm up here.
Losing it all.
I close the door behind me,
Turn the water full on.
So you can't hear me,
My dignity is almost gone.
My legs crack as I crouch down.
I'm very fragile now.
2006 marks the date of this start
I'm the secret freak in the town.
The toilet is a familiar friend to me.
One who I share all my secrets with.
It's all I know now to be bulimic,
For this, my bathroom has its own key.
This is it. The moment I dreaded.
Sticking my finger down my throat.
Feeling the liquid automatically jump up,
It feels as If my stomach has been shredded.
I'm as hollow as a tin.
People only care for me here and there.
This time, I'll be perfect.
Thin, where the hell have you been?
I try a second time, nothing happens.
Just retched coughs.
It hurts a bit, I feel like shit.
But at least I know it's worth it.
I finish with all I have left.
Flush the toilet, drown all the evidence.
I can't help but look at myself.
Lying to you, I've committed a theft
Lying to you, since we've met.
I've told you that I'm just thin.
You believe me everytime
You've never questioned me yet.
Glasses don't suit me anymore.
I wear contacts now.
Though, they don't hide the giant bags,
Which scream for days. They're sore.
I put on a fake smile.
It fools you all every second.
Why don't you get it?
All my lies could have it's own file.
Skin and Bones, this is not denial.
This is who I am.
I'm not your Tom anymore.
I haven't been for awhile.
Stop it all. It is breaking my heart
I cry for myself when you're not here.
I cry for you to hold me.
It's tearing me apart
I do it after every meal.
Even after your best dishes.
Compliments swarm you from ever corner.
Yet to this, it's no big deal.
I knew this was it.
I grabbed a the pencil and paper.
Scribble down a note.
From the crack of the door, the hallway lit.
I stop. Knocking on the door.
It's you. I panic.
"Tom? Y'alright?" you ask.
I go to you, but fall to the floor.
You call my name once more.
I don't answer. You start to panic.
You open my chamber of hell, seeing my there.
It kills you down to the core.
You run down beside me,
Picking me up in your arms.
I hadn't realized as was this weak.
"Tom?" you say my name fearfully.
You think I can't breathe,
So you take off my shirt.
Only to find,
The nightmare underneath.
You don't like what you see.
I know it. I know.
But I did this for you.
Trying to be as pefect as can be.
Everyone part of my body,
Is outlined through my skin
Bones. From everywhere, you name it.
Open as branches from a tree.
A year goes by so quickly.
That when you do this,
When this happens to you,
You would also agree.
I heard you crying.
Crying out my name.
Crying, "Why, Tom? Why?"
Your heart is aching.
I don't answer you.
It's my fault.
For everything. For trying to hard.
My skin loses it's hue.
Then, I realise urgently.
I don't want to leave you yet.
I don't. I'm so sorry Danny.
My eyesight grows blurry.
My limbs grow numb,
All of my weight is on you.
You kiss the top of my forehead
Please dont. I'm just scum.
Rocking me close to yourself,
You say, "Tom, I love you. Don't go..."
It's not up to you, but to God.
He chooses himself.
I can feel myself slowly fading away.
No more hurting you.
"Danny…" I finally say, your eyes tear up.
I know for a fact, that this is my last day.
You shake me, to reconsider.
Questions and phrases filling your voice.
I can't answer one of them.
I'd try, but my throat tasted bitter.
You scream for help, soon noticing my little note.
I close my eyes.
I'm giving up.
You read what I had wrote.
Thin, where the hell have you been?
Skin and Bones, this is not denial.
This is who I am.
I'm not your Tom anymore.
I haven't been for awhile.