THINNER

by

Antigone

Chapter 38

 

 

The Chapters

INTRO

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 31

CHAPTER 32

CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER 34

CHAPTER 35

CHAPTER 36

CHAPTER 37

CHAPTER 38

CHAPTER 39

CHAPTER 40

CHAPTER 41

CHAPTER 42

CHAPTER 43

CHAPTER 44

CHAPTER 45

CHAPTER 46

CHAPTER 47

CHAPTER 48

 

Eat chew bite down you need food now in your mouth you have to be chewing something salty something sweet something anything

Joe shivered despite the blankets, despite the arm Frank had protectively slipped around him as the two dropped off to sleep in the younger Hardy’s bed. His stomach was staging a coup, overthrowing the mind and the will and seeking its own survival. Joe felt his resolve weakening.

Food. Now. Anything. Eat. Eateateateateateat…

Looking back, Joe didn’t know how he did it. He dragged himself from the bed and stumbled blindly down the stairs, swaying and dizzy, and attacked the cupboards, shoving boxes of cereal in his mouth, bags of chips, crackers, pretzels, racing to the bathroom, downing Ipecac and getting rid of all of it, then back to the kitchen, through the fridge—soup chicken fish milk steak—back to the bathroom fingers down his throat vomiting over and over looking for markers—white is the milk and that was first and now its red for blood okay it’s all out—back to the kitchen through the fruit, the vegetables onto the freezer—ice cream fishsticks bagels bread—back to the bathroom more Ipecac Ipecac Ipecac torrents of blood now back to the kitchen nothing left but a jar of peanut butter eats with his hands back to the bathroom.

Blacked out.

They told him later it was a miracle he survived the night, that he didn’t experience the fatal gastric rupture that claims the lives of many bulimics, that the blood from his torn esophagus and stomach hadn’t choked off his airway.

But Joe made it, and came to on the bathroom floor, dragging himself up, the room spinning and swirling, and stumbled from the kitchen to the family room, knowing that there would be no way out of this one.

He had eaten almost all the food in the house.         

 

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