I stand silently in front of the mirror. I'm not wearing a shirt and my torso is on display. My ribs jut through my paper-thin skin, and my arms are covered in scars. He's done this to me.
"You know Jeremy, this is a big improvement." He says, his loud voice echoing through my mind. I look into my own dull eyes, there's tears dripping from them slowly.
"Now repeat after me." His voice comes again.
"Everything about me makes me want to die." I sigh.
"Good. Keep it up and I might let you eat today." He bites sarcastically.
My stomach growls and I shake my head in disapproval, if I eat it'll end up in a toilet later. I pull on a shirt and my body starts moving robotically towards the kitchen.
"Purging seems like a good idea." He giggles in my head. I make toast, he's in control right now. He makes me eat it. I don't want to…
Twenty minutes later I'm leaning over a toilet bowl, he's controlling me again and my fingers are down my throat.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY CALORIES WERE IN THOSE FOUR SLICES OF BREAD?" He barks.
"Two hundred and twelve." I cough out after another round of throwing up.
"Good." He says, I can almost see the smile on his face.
"Now straighten yourself out and get to school." He adds, I automatically stand up straight and flatten my shirt.
My dad's asleep on the couch, he's a dead-beat drunk who doesn't have a job. I grab my school bag from the floor and sling it over my shoulder. I walk to the bus stop, chest puffed and chin up. I climb onto the bus and pull my headphones over my ears. I dump my bag on the seat next to me, the ultimate 'Fuck off'.
The bus slowly fills up and someone motions for me to move my bag, I glare at them until they back off. The bus finally arrives at school and I push everyone ahead of me away so I can hop off.
Michael's POV~~
I see Jeremy get off the bus, he hasn't spoke to me since he got that SQUIP. He looks different. He's starving it's clear, and in the clear summer day you can see the marks lining his arms like soldiers at attention. He wouldn't do these things to himself, would he? It must be the SQUIP. He looks more confident but always has a frown tugging at his lips. I don't see him for the rest of the day…
Jeremy's POV~~
The school day passes away with no incident, I saw Michael when I got off the bus this morning. He looked like he was deep in thought and he told me not to talk to him anyway. I hop off the bus once more, at the end of my street.
I unlock the door to the house where I lived, I refuse to call it a home. Dad's still on the sofa, he might be dead, he may as well be. I toss my bag down onto the floor.
"Hey dad, wake up." I grumbled as I enter the lounge. He stinks of alcohol, I grimace. He's still breathing, and I roll him into the recovery position just in case he's sick. I exit the lounge and shut the door. Leaving him and his scent to fester.
I move into the kitchen and grab myself a glass of water, I shuffle around the other glasses on the shelf until they're in height order. I grab my water off the side and disappear into my room. My brain pounds behind my eyes so I grab a couple pain killers from my nightstand. I chase them down with the water and lay down on my bed.
My eyes drift shut and I fall asleep. Only in my dreams does he manifest. He looks exactly like Keanu Reeves. And he spends my hours tormenting me. He flits around me with those pupiless black eyes of his, making comments about my posture and whatever else he can nit-pick. I absolutely hate it, but that's my life after swallowing that god damn pill.
