This story contains an eating disorder. Just to be clear Horace's starting weight was 125 pounds which for his height (5 feet 5 inches) is a BMI of 20.8. Which is average.

I was scared.
Why?
Because. I had only just realized I had Anorexia.

Though then I denied and refused to acknowledge I had the slightest of a problem.

My bones were sticking out more that what is considered normal. I felt dizzy sometimes. Half the time my stomach was screaming for food.

I'd had it for nine months. It had started just as a diet to fit into a costume for a play. And then after the play stint was over it started to spiral out of control.

At first I liked the feeling of being thinner. But soon enough my eating disorder was in control. And it had harpooned me straight in the face.

No one had noticed my weight loss. And by Christmas I had lost ten pounds.

I'd lost another fifteen leading up to May.

I'd lost so much to that horrible disorder.

I laid there curled up in my bed. My stomach was howling for food.

''Stop it! Please!'' I thought. As I squirmed underneath the covers.

I curled deeper into my bed. I felt alone.

No one had noticed my Anorexia yet. Or if they had they hadn't said anything yet.

Bronwyn knocked on the door. ''Horace time for dinner,''.

I sluggishly pushed myself out of bed and walked to the door. I had zero energy for the past two months.

Even with my sweater on I was still freezing.

I followed Bronwyn sluggishly downstairs for dinner.

The moment I sat down at the table. I looked at all the food. I thought of how delicious it all looked. How it made my stomach turn the howl from earlier into a ferocious lion's roar. I bit my lip. There was a great feast. The reason it was a feast was because today was special. It was the last day of school for all us. And tomorrow Jacob, Emma, Fiona, and Hugh were graduating High school.

I saw the food get added to my plate ( which was chicken a la king).

I felt my stomach roar again.

''Please stop,'' I thought.

''Is something the matter Horace?'' asked Miss Peregrine.

''Oh. No, I was just thinking about something,'' I said.

Miss Peregrine nodded.

Everyone chatted away as they ate. Including me. The talking at dinner made it possible to only eat half my food when dinner got finished. And then the howling of hunger in my stomach would subside until morning.

Soon dinner was over. And I went upstairs to the bathroom.

I closed the door and stepped on the scale. It read 109 pounds. I calculated that in my head. And found out it was a BMI of about 18.1.

I felt goosebumps on my skin the moment I stepped off the scale. I placed the scale right were I found it under the sink.

''Hey, Horace,'' said Bronwyn as I walked out of the bathroom.

I jumped a little. ''Hey, Wyn,'' I said.

''Uh, Horace what were you doing in there? I didn't hear any water running,'' asked Bronwyn.

''Nothing. Just looking at myself in the mirror,'' I lied and I pushed past Bronwyn.

I could tell she didn't believe me. But she didn't come after me.

And so I went back to the bedroom I shared with Enoch.

So what do you guys think of this story? Do you think I should write more?