Chapter 4
Orange

Sounds of retching filled the nearly empty house as its sole occupant heaved up everything it had consumed that day into the upstairs bathroom toilet. This was normal for Clyde Donovan. He would wake up in the morning, eat the bare minimum he could get away with if his family was around, go upstairs and puke it all up, get dressed, go to school, eat a huge lunch, feel like a fatass, go to the boy's bathroom after lunch, puke up everything again, show up ten minutes late to his next class, go home and exercise till he passes out while his father works and his sister is gone, eat some toast only to puke it up again and that's where he is now. A final dry heave and Clyde stood on wobbling legs as he flushed the toilet. He began brushing his teeth like crazy and had even had to take his tooth brush and paste to school along with plenty of mint gum so no one would get suspicious. As he brushed his teeth a ding caught his attention. It came from his open laptop down the hall on his desk.

Clyde, with his toothbrush still in his mouth, walked to his open bedroom and sat at his desk, clicking on the newest notification. The toothbrush dropped out of his mouth as he took in the Revealer's newest blog post.

Clyde Donovan.
One of our school's star athletes.
His life seems perfect, huh?
He can't complain about squat, right?
What secret could Clyde Donovan of all
people have?

Clyde couldn't move, he couldn't blink, he couldn't breathe. It was as if time itself had stopped. They wouldn't...They...They couldn't! Then again the Revealer showed no mercy regarding Craig's sel-harm or Boyett's prison rape...Oh God!

Clyde Donovan is nothing more than
a bulimic freak. That's right,
Donovan spends his free time
"purging himself". He eats a lot, right?
Well, that food only stays in him for no more than
30 minutes before he's puking it up again.

Tears stung Clyde's eyes as he couldn't look away from the screen.

Don't believe me? I have some delicious proof.

Clyde drew in a shaking breathe as he clicked play on the video. It was dated for just earlier today while he was at school. It began with him sitting a few tables over in the lunch room with his closest friends: Craig, Tweek, and Token. He was laughing and joking around with them and had a huge plate of food in front of him. He was absolutely devouring it without remorse, at the moment that it. The class bell could be heard ringing in the background and people began leaving to either go to their next class or skip. Clyde split from his friends and the camera followed him as he entered the boy's bathroom. How had Clyde never noticed he was being followed! They waited a few minutes before walking in as silently as possible behind him. Sounds of retching and coughing could be heard almost immediately upon entering. The filmer entered a stall next to Clyde's and stood on the toilet it looked like. They angled the camera down so it could catch Clyde just as he shoved his middle and index finger down his throat again. He heaved into the toilet bowl again and that's where the video cut off.

Clyde felt his stomach turn and churl. He felt queasy, nauseous. He read the next paragraph quickly.

See? I told you. It's
understandable really. Clyde
is, after all, the second fattest boy
in our school. He's getting close to Eric
Cartman's size about now. I guess he
should become anorexic as well as bulimic
at this point. No wonder he wears such big
jackets and sweaters. It's probably to hide
all that fat.

Clyde felt the need again. The need to purge himself of all this disgusting fat. He was a whale. A fucking fatass whale that deserved to starve itself too. He knocked his desk chair to the floor in his hurry to get up. Before he knew it, Clyde had locked himself in the bathroom and was bent over the toilet bowl with his fingers down his throat again. The relief he felt after puking anything left in his stomach was short lived. He still felt the unsatisfying need. So he did it again...and again...and again... He kept doing it until nothing but stomach acid came up and burned his throat as he dry heaved. Still, he pressed on with tears streaming down his cheeks and his body shaking to stay up.

He didn't hear the car doors slamming just outside of his house, he didn't hear people enter his carelessly unlocked home, didn't even hear the thundering feet coming up his stairs. He was to busy purging himself. Just a little bit more Clyde. Come on, you can do it.

"Clyde?!" He wasn't listening. "Clyde!" Again he shoved his fingers down his throat and dry heaved once more. He didn't hear the rattling of the bathroom's locked doorknob either. What he did hear though was the pounding of a fist against its almost hollow wood. Clyde figured that if he ignored it, then whoever was there would just leave him be.

No such luck.

A second later, his bathroom door was literally kicked in by a beyond pissed off Craig Tucker flanked by Tweek, Token, and, surprisingly, Kenny. Clyde was yanked away from the porcelain bowl and held firmly by the upper arms by his best friend.

"What is wrong with you?!" With each word Craig shook him some and it was worsening his already horrendous headache. He couldn't find the words to speak as he stared into furious blue eyes. He was saved by Token.

"Craig. Chill man, I think your hurting him." True to that fact, Clyde could feel bruises forming under his baggy jacket where Craig held him a good couple inches off the ground. Said blue clad man took a deep breathe and exhaled through his nose before gently lowering Clyde back to the ground and letting him go. Clyde felt dizzy and would have collapsed to the floor if Kenny hadn't caught him. The last word he heard before passing out was:

"Fuck!"

Damn it Craig, such a potty mouth.

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When Clyde woke up next, he was in a sterile white hospital room. He could see the dark night sky out the open window and could feel the needle in the crook of his elbow. Slowly, oh so slowly, Clyde sat up and felt a shift on the side of the bed. A quick look showed it was Craig fast asleep and laying his head on Clyde's legs. He looked around his apparent hospital room. Token, Tweek and Kenny were crowded around his bed all asleep at awkward angles in their respected seats. His father was asleep on the random couch in the corner with his little sister asleep in his lap, He could see Bebe and Wendy cuddling together, asleep as well, on the other end. The hospital room was filled with people, all asleep, on every surface available. He could see Red, Heidi, Nichole, Butters Stan, Kyle, even Cartman along with their respected parents. A look at his bedside table showed a variety of gifts from get well soon cards to balloons to stuffed animals to food. He felt tears start and he tried to stifle a sniffle but that was all it took for Craig to wake up.

He gave Clyde a dead serious look before pulling him tight against his chest. Craig leaned to whisper in his ear.

"You ever do a thing this stupid again and I will end you Clyde, understand?" Clyde gave a shaky nod as Craig's hold tightened. "We'll help you man. All of us will. We'll get through this together."

And Clyde believed him. After all, Craig never told lies.

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The Revealer smirked from where they stood among the group of concerned/nosy neighbors, watching as Clyde Donovan was loaded into an ambulance on a stretcher. They could hear soft crying from Bebe Stevens who stood a few feet away. Oh well. Their eyes locked on the group of boys following the stretcher out of the house.

Next Victim: Kenny McCormick.