A/n: Hey everyone! How are you guys? Sorry that I haven't done anything in the past few weeks. Ive been dealing with a few things, and I have writers block so that is why I have been MIA for a while now :P
Anyway, I hope you guys like this new idea!
Enjoy!
Third Person POV:
Magnus Bane sighed as he glanced at his multi-colored sparkly nails. He wasn't even sighing in an adoration for the sparkliness, he was sighing because of what he was about to do. He felt disgusted with himself as he kneeled on the bathroom floor, in front of the pristine white porcelain toilet.
He knew that he was probably going to be in a lot of trouble if his parents ever found out about this. And he also new that his nails were going to get ruined too. But he had to do it. He had to get rid of the food that was in his stomach somehow. And he felt that this was the only way to get rid of it.
He felt hot tears build in his eyes. He also new that people thought he was a freak at school. If the people at school found out about this, he would be dubbed as a bigger freak.
A freak with an eating disorder, He thought maliciously.
He didn't want to do this. But he was so scared, and he didn't know what to do. He didn't even remember when this started, it had gone on that long. But there were days when he could hold down just the tiniest bits of food. And on those days he felt like a failure who didn't deserve to live at all.
He took in a shuddering breath, and lifted a finger to his mouth. He shoved the finger down his throat until he gagged and felt the things that were in his stomach come up. He quickly removed his finger and leaned over the toilet. He retched up everything, until all he could do was brace himself on the floor.
After every purge he felt tired and useless. He sighed again, and laid himself on the floor. His mom would probably find him in there in a few hours when she got back from work and decided that she needed to use the bathroom.
As he laid there, he tried to ignore the rumbling in his stomach now, the foul taste in his mouth, and the feeling of being abnormally cold. He felt a headache come on, and he groaned. All the littlest noises seemed like explosions in his ears. It hurt, and he whimpered.
Suddenly, there was a loud rapping on the locked bathroom door. Magnus groaned and covered his sensitive ears with his hands. But the knocking continued, until he heard a loud and gruff voice. His dad.
"Magnus? You alright? You were in there for a long time" His dad said.
"Yeah," He croaked. "I'm fine. Just feeling a little sick."
"You sure?" His dad asked.
"Uh huh" He moaned.
He heard his dad sigh loudly, and walk away. His loud footsteps could be heard from down the hall. He sighed again, and tried to rise himself up on shaky arms. It was a close one that time had been. He knew if he wasnt careful enough, his parents would notice something was going on. He had already lied to his parents about excersizing a lot, and thats why he was so skinny. But, if only they knew.
He soon got himself up off the floor, but his legs were a little shaky. He walked over to the bathroom door and opened it. He stepped out into the cold hallway, and taking a deep and calming breath. His heart was still beating fast, but he wasnt shaking anymore.
As he was walking down the spiraling staircase, he heard the front door shut and his mother entering the house. He smiled softly. His mother, wasnt only his mom but one of his best friends. She was the only one who knew that he was gay. He didnt even tell his dad yet. He felt that he could tell his mom anything and everything. Well, not everything at least.
He walked down the stairs quicker and ran to his mom and gave her a gentle hug. He clung to her like she was his life line. He sighed as her familiar form brushed up against his own. He knew that he would simply die, if she died or left.
"How was your day, mom?" He asked.
"It was okay. How was yours?" She asked in return.
"Fine. School was a bore and the teachers were still horrible as ever" He muttered.
"Oh, well lets go find your father and figure out what to cook for supper" His mom suggested.
He tried not to grimace when she had said 'supper'. He still felt a little sick. "Sure."
They found him in the kitchen, already starting on supper. He was whistling an old show tune while getting all the ingrediants he needed to make homemade macaroni. When he heard them entering the kitchen, he turned around.
"Just in time, hun. Im making macaroni" He said lovingly.
"Fantastic" She replied.
While his parents chatted away, Magnus walked out of the kitchen quietly. He didnt want to sit with them and eat supper. They would ask too many questions as to why he wasnt eating, and he couldnt have that.
He climbed the stairs until he was on the right floor and walked down the hall to his colorful bedroom. He opned the door and stepped inside quickly, and shut the door. He made his way to his over sized bed and flopped down.
He laid there in a wave of self pity.
Alec Lightwood hated his life and new town. He hated everything at that moment. He sat in the back of his parents SUV that was driven by their chaufer, Hodge Starkweather. He glared at the buildings that were passing by.
His parents decided to open up their business in New York. It was a successful chain of high class resturants and everywhere they went they were always recognized. And Alec resented that.
He looked down at his once pale arms. They were mutilated beyond recognition, and the scabs that were starting to form over the newer cuts itched a little. He tugged the sleeves of his fitted black and white armani shirt that his sister, Isabelle, insisted he wear.
He leaned his head against the black leather seat and closed his eyes. He didnt want to come here. He wanted to stay in Los Angelas. There wanst a lot for him back there. But he felt at home and safe there. Not alienated in another state that he had never been to before.
He had kicked up quite a big fuss, when his parents said that they were moving. Thats why they let him move to New York a month before they arrived. They decided that as long as Hodge was staying with him, that he could go before them. He kind of appreciated the new freedom, but he still resented them.
The car stopped in front of a large mansion type house. It looked a little like the one back home, but it was much different too. Alec grimaced slightly as Hodge got out of the car and opened his door for him. He got out of the car, and stretched his legs. He then looked around. The house was nice, he guessed. And the front yard had very green grass, and many trees.
He decided, that he was going to enjoy living on his own for a while.
Magnus was still relishing in the self pity that he had, when his mother knocked on the door and entered. Her cheeks, rosy red and her eyes were lit up with a weird glow. She smiled softly, at her son.
"Whats wrong Magnus?" She asked.
"Nothing" He told her in a gruff voice.
She frowned and made her way over to his bed. "I know something is wrong, so dont bother lying about it."
He sighed. "Fine. Its boy problems."
"Oh" She said softly.
"Yeah. So if you dont mind, Id like to wallow in self pity by myself" He said.
Lair, the voice in his head hissed viciously. He frowned internally. Yes. He knew that he was lying to his own mother. But it didnt matter at that moment.
"Okay then. Be down in twenty minutes. Supper is almost done" She sighed and left the room.
He didnt even have supper yet, and he already felt like throwing his guts up. He flopped back down on the bed and covered his eyes with the crook of his elbow. He was pitiful. He even knew he was pitiful. He felt like crying at that moment. He wished that he could tell someone about this. But if he could even admit to himself he had a problem, how was he suppose to tell someone else?
He groaned. He wished that he was someone else. Someone who had no problems at all, and had a fnatastic life were they werent called a freak everyday, and could actually hold down a meal. But no. He had his sad excuse for a life. He was called a freak everyday ever since grade five when he decided that he liked playing with barbies better than toy trucks. And he couldnt hold down a meal, let alone a snack.
He felt tears trail down his face. He knew the eyeliner he wore would be smudge in a few seconds and he had to go downstairs now. Well, he would just go down the way he was. If his parents decided that they didnt like his makeup, they could tell someone who cared.
He got up from his bed, and refused to look in the mirror and walked out of his room and then down the stairs. He could smell the revolting odor of macaroni. He tried to block out the smell, but it was all for nothing.
He walked into the dining room and saw that his parents were already sitting at the table. They snapped their heads up when he entered the room. He took his normal seat, next to his mom.
He looked down at the plate of food in disgust. The urge to go to the bathroom and throw up was heightened as he picked up his fork and scooped a little of the food into his mouth. He grimaced slightly. He hoped that his parents didnt see that.
His dad cleared his throat loudly. "Magnus. Are you alright? You've been acting off lately."
"Im fine. Just stressed about a french midterm" He muttered.
His father didnt look convinced. "Humor me Magnus."
"There's nothing wrong" He insisted.
"Are you sure?" His dad asked.
"Yes. If something does come up, Ill let you guys know." Not.
The rest of supper had gone by slowly and boringly. Once he was finished, he excused himself and ran up to the bathroom. He threw himself on the floor and brought a finger to his mouth again. And again he made himself sick. Once he was done, he tried to control his breathing. But a incredulous voice caught him off guard.
"What did you just do, Magnus Gabriel Bane?"
Alec was a simple person. So thats why his bedroom was an immaculate white with a dark blue trim. His large bed had dark blue covers and sheets, and the carpet was dark blue. It was simple and Alec liked it.
After he dropped his duffle bag in his room, he went downstairs with Hodge. Figuring that the old man would like a little company. He found Hodge in the living room, sitting on a deep red colored couch that was already shipped there.
He sat down next to Hodge and sighed. It was a little warm in the room, so he rolled up the sleeves on his shirt. Forgetting the scabs and scars that covered them. When Hodge turned to talk to him, his eyes fell to his arms. He frowned deeply and yanked Alec's arm closer to his face.
"What are these, Alexander Lightwood?"
He gulped. He was going to be royally screwed.
Magnus' eyes widened. His mother stood in the doorway to the bathroom. He must have forgotten to either close the door or lock it.
But one thing he was sure of. Was that he was in for it.
A/n: Okay, so the first chapter is done. How did you guys like it? Was it okay?
Anyway, I felt like I should explain my motives for this story. I came up with this idea because, it was kind of nagging me and I can relate to what Magnus is going through with his eating disorder. And I kind of wanted to write a fanfiction, where it would captivate readers attention and stress the dangers of this disorder. I know I cant say much when it comes to the dangers because, Im living with it. Yes, it scares me and yes a few people know whats going on. And thats all I'll say for now.
Myth: Only females have eating disorders.
Fact: FALSE. Approximately 5-10% of eating disorders occur in males.
Anyway,
Review?
Chantelle oxo