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Kevin made a face but as soon as he got used to food he started to eat regularly. He'd take long breaks in between mouthfuls, but at least he was eating.
Finishing his salad after at least half an hour of taking his time, Kevin sighed and leaned back in his chair. "There. Happy? Can I go back to bed now?"
Post by нαℓƒ~мσση on Sept 15, 2013 15:11:06 GMT -5
Alexsander smiled, like actually smiled, and walked over to him. He inspected his plate, looking pleased, "Alright, I suppose it's okay since you ate. But don't go throw it up or anything. I will make you eat more."
Kevin wasn't asleep, as it seemed to appear. He was laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling with his hollowed eyes as he thought over how his life was before he met Eli, and how it had plummeted once they separated. Eli still came frequently, night after night, but the pierced boy was beginning to grow disgusted with Kevin. He would tell him time and time again that the boy wasn't pregnant -- that that wasn't possible, since he was male. And that what he was doing to himself was disgusting and ruining a perfect body. But he couldn't believe him, simply because he knew the truth. He knew what he was. And he hadn't felt comfortable with it ever since he had figured it out when he was eleven.
Sighing softly, he slowly sat up in bed, wincing as his back popped. He really was a flesh-covered skeleton now. The muscle he once had, though small, was gone. He was just bones. A walking skeleton. Which meant he was that much closer to death. And as he thought of that while glaring at his appearance in the mirror hanging on his wall, an idea struck him. If he really was that close to death, why didn't he just take the final step and plummet over that cliff?