Status: Fin
Killing Purple
I'm so ugly
School, homework, chores, scale, 'dinner', regurgitating, scale, sleep, repeat. I'd become something else entirely. I was a stranger to the day-life of a normal person. I wasn't allowed to be normal, I was too fat. 100.6. I was so close to perfection, so close to my goal. 100.6, I was so fat.
I could hear my phone going off in my room. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. "Hello?"
Someone, whoever was on the other line, was sobbing, "Dylan, Dyl. Oh, please. Please stop, just stop. I love you. I know you love me too. Stop, stop it please."
Colin.
"Colin, what..?"
"Dylan. Dylan, oh thank god. Dylan, come over. Come over, I'll help you. We'll get better and you'll get better. Dylan, please. I love you so much."
This was too much emotion for me. I had to end the call. I sat on my bed staring at my phone, did that really just happen?
Did I just ruin something beautiful again?
I could hear my phone going off in my room. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. "Hello?"
Someone, whoever was on the other line, was sobbing, "Dylan, Dyl. Oh, please. Please stop, just stop. I love you. I know you love me too. Stop, stop it please."
Colin.
"Colin, what..?"
"Dylan. Dylan, oh thank god. Dylan, come over. Come over, I'll help you. We'll get better and you'll get better. Dylan, please. I love you so much."
This was too much emotion for me. I had to end the call. I sat on my bed staring at my phone, did that really just happen?
Did I just ruin something beautiful again?
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I'm just going to put this here.