Chris's POV

When I got tired enough I decided I would just fall asleep. Lilith was in the kitchen getting me and her lunch/dinner for today. (It's easier to go in one trip.) I probably won't eat much but I hope she does.

She's anorexic and really sick looking because of her sunk in eyes and cheek bones. I hope she realizes that she is skinny and that she doesn't need to do that to herself.

Lilith got back and she brought me my food. I slowly took the wrapper off if my sandwich and took a small bite, regretting it as soon as I did.

I was too fat for anyone to love. Maybe if I don't eat Lilith will love me back.

"Hey, I'm going to get my bracelet I left in the bathroom, I'll be back." I spoke as I picked up the sandwich and started walking to the door.

"You can leave that sandwich here and eat it when you get back. I know what you're trying to do because I've been doing it plenty of times in the last few years.

"It won't work with me, Chris, I won't let you starve." She spoke in one breathe almost like she was mad, but I know she isn't. She's just sad that I was going to throw away the food and not eat.

"I'm fine, Lilith, I don't need food right now." I tried to walk away again, but she took the sandwich and put it on the plate she had for me.

"You'll eat it later, okay?" she said, "You need to eat, Chris. Please?"

I sighed and walked out to the bathroom to purge what I had eaten. When I was done I got my staple and dug it into my thigh.

It felt good to be cutting there again. It felt better than my wrist sometimes, actually. It was more secretive, too. Lilith hopefully won't find out.

Lilith's POV

I have a therapy appointment with Dr. Anderson so I asked if I could use a pencil to make Chris a note.

I took off to the therapy room and knocked while I waited at the door.

When I got back to the room, I heard crying and a guy yelling. The guy wasn't Chris, it looked like Josh?!