AN: This is AU, folks. Rory and Amy are just best friends, and since Rory's never hit that, River Song doesn't exist. Pairing's gonna be 11/Rory, and has EatingDisordered!Rory-angst galore. Takes place right after the Doctor leaves after dealing with the Atraxi in the Eleventh Hour. And with that said, enjoy the show!
Warnings: profanity, eating disorder-imagery
'thoughts'- 'cause I don't wanna write 'he thought' all the time.
Chapter 1.
Scratch. Scratch. His fingernails scratched against the back of his throat as they sought out his gag reflex, moving with a skill that requires years of practice to obtain. They scratch and scratch until, finally –just there!- he pulls them out and the food and the bile and shame all fall from his chapped lips and into the porcelain bowl below. Again and again his fingers move faster than his mind can comprehend until his stomach is empty and small rivulets of blood run from his knuckle. He looks at the spilled contents of his stomach and lets out a long-drawn sigh.
'Is this really what I've been reduced to?'
As he leans back against the bathroom wall, he thinks. He thinks about Amy, and about playing raggedy Doctor with her- him in an oversized t-shirt and too-long trousers, her in her nightshirt and both of them pretending to chase the stars. And he thinks about how the t-shirt started getting tighter and tighter as his body expanded, bubbling with fat and growing, growing until finally the self-loathing and the taunts and the hate get to be too much; because while Amy saves him from the bullies the damage has already been done. So he starts to stick his fingers down his throat, again and again until now—and when he realizes that, yes, this is what he's been reduced to, he tucks his head in his knees and cries.