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?


11. Morning Thunderstorms

It's dark today. I woke up to storms, the best alarm clock there is. The lightning lights up the sky. I love it

I walk into the kitchen and stare out the large window. I check the clock on the kitchen wall. 7:24. It's so early. And I'm so tired.

Make yourself some coffee. Have some toast, Reason tells me.

Don't you fucking dare, Hunger retorts.

That's how it's been for weeks. Weeks of arguments that only I can hear. Weeks of them telling me to eat, to not eat, to starve, to nourish, to die, to live. Hunger always wins though.

I go to the bathroom and take a quick piss. I then kick the scale awake. I may as well weigh myself now.

I undress and step on, staring down at the number.







I haven't been this small since I was 11.

I go to the computer and calculate everything.

My BMI is 16.8. That's in the underweight range. I'm finally underweight.

You still look hideous. Horrible. Fat. Disgusting.

The voices begin yelling again. I drop to my knees and cover my ears. Their screams are too much.

"Stop!" I yell. "Stop, please!"

I hear footsteps approaching the bathroom. Then the world goes black.

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