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?


4. Porcelain

My head hurts. My hands shake. Everything is feeling wrong. But I won't eat until lunch tomorrow. And even then, it will only be a plain chicken breast (120). Maybe I'll have a salad with. I haven't eaten in 5 days now. Hunger is proud, but wants more.

You can go further.

I'm weak. Weak, weak, weak.

And Mom bought chewy granola bars (100). The perfect ones with chocolate chips and peanut butter chips. I love those things.

We won't hurt you, the bars whisper to me. We're low calorie. You're fine.

Don't listen to them! You aren't thin enough. Stop thinking like that!

But they're so wouldn't hurt, right?

I slowly grab for a box, my finger getting sliced by the cardboard because I go so slowly. The blood doesn't phase me though. I smile at it.


I grab a bar and smile. I haven't had these in months. Unwrapping slowly, slowly, thin metal tearing, exposing the granola, surrounding me with the scent of food.

"I'm so sorry."

I lick the bar, first afraid of it. Memories flood back. Fat. Fat. Fat. But happy. Happy.





Would you rather be fat or thin?

And of course, I would rather be thin. But I want to be slightly less hungry.

You don't deserve it.

And I know I don't. But now a granola bar is in my stomach. Then the box is empty. Wrappers surround my feet. I cry. I can't do this anymore.

"Why did you leave me Hunger?"

I run to the bathroom and stick a couple fingers down my throat. I hate doing this, but I have to since Hunger has failed me.

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