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"Mail! Get your fat ass out of bed!" My bitch of a mother had screamed just before she grabbed my hair and dragged me out of bed.

"Ow-, mommy I'm sorry!" I yelled out in pain.

"You're damned right to be sorry!" She let go of my hair and slapped me across the face. That was the day I ran away from home and got picked up from an black-headed man who still sucks his thumb, but I can still feel it.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!


I woke up to see my fat self just lying in bed, I went into the bathroom, leaned over the toilet, stuck my finger down my throat and puked up everything I didn't eat in the past 24 hours, then I cleaned up the vomit that didn't quite make it into the bowl, walked out of the bathroom to see Mello sitting on my bed shaking his head, mumbling to himself.

"So you cut yourself, and now you're bulimic?" He yelled.

"…" Yep, he caught me.

"You're going to counseling," He said, "right now."