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Chuuya layed on his bathroom floor clutching his stomach. He ate. Why did he have to eat? it hurt so much worse than starving.
He slowly got up to his feet and walked over to the scale by the bathtub. Closing his eyes, he stepped on it. After a few seconds Chuuya opeaned his eyes and looked down to see the numbers that determined how the rest of the night went.
120lbs
“Shit” Chuuya said aloud. He had gained 4 pounds. How could he be this pathetic? Tears streamed down his face as he dropped to his knees. As his chest hit his legs, he broke. He could still slightly feel his breast.
Their supposed to be gone..
He got top surgery!
This shouldn’t be happening anymore
What’s wrong with him.
Chuuya couldn’t breathe. He was freaking out and couldn’t breathe. Frantically, he looked around the room for the only thing that could control and stoop his attacks. His eyes fell upon the object on the countertop.
A razor blade.
Quivering legs, Chuuya rose from his kneeling position and walked over to the counter. Grabbing the razor blade, he pulled up his pants and cut deep slits into the fat of his thigh. Well, what fat there was left anyway.
As soon as he saw the blood flow out and down his leg, he started to calm down. His breathing slowed down and he was able to think again. He got dizzy from the lack of blood but that also made him feel better. It was a relief.
As he was cleaning up the blood, Chuuya heard a knock on the bathroom door.
“Chibi??”