Hunger

Jessie is a 17 year old boy with an issue that everyone forgets. Jessie knows Hunger like he knows no other. He loves Hunger, and he's pretty sure Hunger loves him. Jessie doesn't remember what it's like to have a full meal, or a full stomach. Will someone realize their friendship before its too late?

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2. Family Dinners

Since Dad is usually on business trips for a few weeks very often, Mom feels the need to go overboard with family dinners. Never is the meal "healthy". Homemade fried chicken, apple pie, turkey dinners, you name it, and if it's high in calories, it's been on our table at least once.

I used to never care. I used to just eat it all, and when my parents and brother were asleep, I'd sneak into the kitchen and steal more food. One time when I went to go have a piece of apple pie, I found my dad hard already gotten there and was eating it. We shared the last piece together, then acted like nothing happened in the morning.

Now, I can't imagine doing that. I might sneak into the kitchen to take the food and throw it away. My parents could afford to lose a couple pounds. Shawn only eats so much because he is always doing some sort of sport. Lucky him. He's the older, smarter, more athletic, better looking brother. I'm the fat and hideous B- loner child who should of never been born. I bet my parents wish all the time that I was more like Shawn.

Tonight, Mom is making meatloaf with homemade mashes potatoes. Tonight, I will have a 24 hour stomach flu.

At 4 pm, I get home from school, making sure to make everything overdramatic. I slowly take my shoes off, already being lightheaded. Maybe I will eat dinner tonight.

Do you want all your progress to go away?

No Hunger. I'm sorry for even thinking that.

I plop on my couch and moan a few times, catching Mom's ear directly. She comes over and feels my head.

"Oh, honey! What's wrong? You're feeling kind of warm." She goes to get me a cup of water.

"Nothing. My stomach..." I smile secretly, feeling like a genius. Mom rather me hide in my room anyway than be at her perfect family dinner. I sit up and rest my head in my hands.

"What's feeling bad?"

"Stomach." I take the glass and take a small sip. Water is good. Water is pure. Water is calorie-free. I run to the bathroom, close the door, and sit on the bathroom floor, admiring how dumb my mother can be.

 

It's way past dinner time when I leave the bathroom. Mom has a small amount of chicken noodle soup (50) made for me to eat.

"It'll make you feel better." I almost feel bad that she hasn't met Hunger.

Hunger says it's okay for me to eat the soup, that I did good avoiding dinner, but I just can't eat anymore. It's fine with me though. I love Hunger, and I don't want to lose my friend.

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