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Post by BRODIE ALEXANDER TRÜMPER on Feb 4, 2011 16:26:47 GMT -8
BRODIE got up from where he sat by the toilet, wiping the vomit from his lip. he needed to know why he did this now after he ate food, or drank anything but water. he went up to the mirror and looked at his eyes, his makeup was fine nothing was going down his face so he rinsed his mouth and looked around, the hallway was empty and no one was walking around, skipping class wasn't usually his thing but today it just had to be. he had art, he didn't really need to go to class besides the teacher was like a counselor, she knew brodie had an eating disorder and if he missed class he was probably home in bed from fatigue. he quickly made his way to the library with his books he just needed to do something for the hour and then he would go to the nurse and go home.
BRODIE walked through the library doors and quickly made his way to a table and put his stuff down and went to the history section of the library to find something productive to do. brodie started searching through books, not finding what he wanted, he stood on his tip toes to find something on the top shelf, he soon felt a pain in his stomach, he leaned against the wall and slowly slid down, burying his face in his knees, not feeling well, he winced at the pain in his stomach he was starving but the thought of food made his stomach turn. he stayed in the position, feeling it was the only way to make the pain go away. he silently sang one of his many songs to himself, not caring if someone walked up to him and listened to him, he was used to singing in crowds especially in this school. his thoughts ran back to when he was in germany in his large townhouse, with his two brothers and baby sister, four years ago he was sitting in a private school with a bunch of other boys dressed in their school uniform his hair wasn't dyed black, his brown eyes weren't lined with eyeliner looking back at the memory he missed the days when he hid who he was from all the other boys afraid of getting kicked around for having feelings for boys and girls. his songs turned into soft hums from punk rock music to lullaby's.
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