Hey...missed me? Yeah. I've been going through a rough spot...this story seemed fitting. My lovelies, please review. They mean so much to me. Thank you...Love, Piano.
(Disclaimer: I do not own TMI, nor Cassandra Clare's amazing characters) Obviously. Ahem.
Magnus stood at the bathroom door, hating himself. Hating what he was about to do, but knowing that if he didn't do it then he would have to go the whole next day fasting. And he didn't want that, because that would set his mother over the edge. Magnus hated throwing up. He hated how it felt, how it burned his throat and his nose. But his mom had made him eat dinner, had watched him as he choked down seven bites of a salad and a piece of bread.
And now he was poisoned. The calories were going to kill him, he knew it. They were going to make him fat. And he was so close to his goal, only 3 pounds to go. And then he would be at 100, and that would mean that he was almost good. Almost.
Magnus guzzled down some Coke and bent over the toilet, shoving his thumb down his throat.
"Magnus?"
Magnus's eyes widened. He finished quickly and stood up, wiping his mouth with a towel. He looked at his mom's feet, not at her eyes. He could hear the pain in her voice. His head was reeling from standing so quickly, and the fatigue gripped at his stomach.
"Magnus, what are you doing?"
He raised his head finally, and gasped. His vision clouded. Monsters gripped at his stomach, at his head, pulling him under. He hit the floor before he was able to answer her question.