I'm very sorry (not) about what I did for this chapter
TW: abusive/manipulative relationship, body shaming, really low weight, mention of self-harm, mention of pills, suggested suicide attempt
Previously...
What if something really was wrong with George? I wanted to believe he would tell me, but part of me knew he liked to keep things to himself. He was a very private person, even if he didn't seem like it. I just wish he trusted me enough to talk to me about it.
George's P.O.V.
"Okay, that's all for today, bye chat!!" I exclaimed, waving at the camera with a smile. I just wanted this to end, usually I loved streaming but today it just felt weird.
"Bye!"
"Bye chat!"
"Bye!" I pressed "end stream," and it was over. Done. I slumped back into my chair with a sigh. My phone buzzed, and I looked at the message, immediately feeling sick to my stomach.
mum: I need extra cash
mum: hello???
mum: stop ignoring me you little shit
mum: answer my calls
I had been ignoring her, yeah. I wanted nothing less than to speak to her. I hated her.
437 missed calls
mum: if you don't answer I won't hesitate to hunt you down. I want my money. answer your damn phone.
mum: I brought you into this world. I can take you out just as easily.
My breath caught in my throat, and moments later, my phone rang. My eyes widened, but I accepted the call.
"YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT!" She screams, and I hurry to turn the volume down. "I WANT SOME EXTRA CASH, AND YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE ME SOME!"
"Mum-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP GEORGE, NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR YOU TALK! JUST SEND OVER THE MONEY, NOW." I winced, trying not to cry as I got screamed at for something that wasn't even really my fault.
It didn't matter whether it was my fault or not. She would forever blame me.
I send her £1,000, not bothering to argue. At least this time, I didn't have to worry about trying to afford rent. It was amazing what this woman had taken away from me. It was so much more than the money.
"NOT GOOD ENOUGH, GEORGE! YOU NEVER WERE GOOD ENOUGH! SEND AN EXTRA £2,000 AND I'LL HANG UP." I emotionlessly transferred the money, letting out a soft sigh when I heard the dial tone.
I tossed my phone onto the bed, heading to the bathroom and locking the door. I stared at the mirror, barely even recognizing the person who looked back at me. Who had I become? I was nothing but a shell of my former self.
Staring in the mirror helped me to notice something I hadn't before– on the shelves behind me sat a digital scale, made out of what looked like glass. With wide eyes, I grabbed it and put it on the floor, pressing a button to turn it on. I was met with the blue glare of digital numbers, comfortably resting at 0.
I stepped up onto it– careful, fatty, don't break it– and held my breath while the scale calculated the number I craved to know.
117.3 lbs (53.2 kgs)
The number was in pounds which I wasn't awfully familiar with, but it seemed like a high number (a/n IT'S REALLY LOW). A choked-up sob escaped my lips, and I covered my mouth to muffle my cries.
Pathetic. Your mum was right, you're a fat, useless, piece of shit. Nobody wants you around, they all just feel bad for you. Nobody actually cares.
My chest is hurting, and I feel dizzy as I weep quietly.
Stop being such a burden on everyone. They deserve better than this.
I had considered self-harm the other day, but now? I wanted something stronger, something more permanent. Something that would fix all the problems I couldn't solve.
I opened the cabinets under the sink, searching for something I was sure Dream had. It didn't take long to find, and I held it up in my hand like some sort of small trophy.
Sleeping pills...
I hide the bottle in my pocket, opening the bathroom door and sneaking back to the guest room. I press my back against the wall, taking a deep breath and holding the bottle of pills. I guess this is it.
ironically enough I'm skipping lunch to write a third chapter today (pls- this book is supposed to be to help me ripppp)
well anyways expect another update probably around 2 or 3 pm probably
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FanfictionMajor TW: eating disorder, suicidal thoughts/actions GeorgeNotFound, the 24 year old streamer, is struggling with an eating disorder. He hasn't told anyone, not even his best friend, Dream. But when George is invited to Dream's house for a meet up...