Triggers.. eating disorder, self hate, causing self pain(not really selfharm but it is..?), split personality (I'm probably not writing this the correct way and I do not mean to offend anyone by doing so), Roman/Remus angst, blood

Remus shoved his chair back hard enough for it to fall back and hit the floor loudly as he stormed out of the room, ignoring his housemates telling him to come back as he got to his room and slammed the door shut. He paced his room and yanked at his hair as he muttered under his breath while he got lost in his thoughts, thoughts of which were less then pleasant. He yelled in frustration and yanked out hand fulls of hair which he dropped on the floor before he spun and punched the wall as hard as he could, his hand going into the wall in the process.

Everybody said
He was a winner
No one knew
The secret kept
Within him
Starving for perfection
Hating his reflection

He yelled and started trashing his room, eventually punched his mirror, not reacting to seeing his distorted reflection in it as shards of glass dug into his knuckles. He stared at the mirror and his hand fell and he dropped to his knees, his body language changing as he fell and sobbed quietly.

He tries harder
Then the average teen
An overachiver
With low self-esteem
Wants to walk like a star
But he takes it too far
He's never good enough
Wants to be Mary-Kate
Perfect weight, 88
He's never good enough

Roman took deep breaths and tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling for a moment before shakily getting up, wincing at the pain that radiated from his knuckles and laced up his arm. He groaned in annoyance and walked into the en suit and pulled out his med kit and set it on the counter then pulled out the tweezer and started pulling the shards of glass out of his hand. He numbly dropped them into the rubbish bin that was in the room, making sure he pulled all of the shards out before he rinsed his hand, watching the blood mix with the water as it went. He then somewhat dried his hand off before bandaging it.

Now his friends all know
About his problem
They all try their best
To try to solve them
He feels
Like he's on trial
But he's still
In denial

Roman left his room after a moment and was immediately bombarded with questions about what had happened and if he was alright.

He tries harder
Then the average teen
An overachiver
With low self-esteem
Wants to walk like a star
But he takes it too far
He's never good enough
Wants to be Mary-Kate
Perfect weight, 88
He's never good enough

Roman smiled reassuringly and played it off as stress, ignoring how the guilt ate away at him along with the slight hunger pains.

Who's in control now?
Who's in control now?

Days passed which turned to weeks then turned to months and no one noticed. The two of them would randomly switch who had control and some of those times have almost ended with someone getting seriously injured. One thing that didn't change, no matter who had control was that they always said they weren't hungry.. their clothes slowly getting baggier and baggier as time went, few people noticing.

Everybody said
He was a winner
No one knew the secret
Kept within him

Remus stood in the en suit to his bedroom, his shirt in his hand as he looked at his figure then made a disgusted face and quickly pulled it on then left the room.

He tries harder
Then the average teen
An overachiever
With low self-esteem
Wants to walk like a star
But he takes it too far
He's never good enough
Wants to be Mary-Kate
Perfect weight, 88
He's never good enough

It was months later and he didn't even have the energy to get up so he stayed in bed all day and played it off as just being sick..

He tries harder
Then the average teen
An overachiever
With low self-esteem

You are perfect as you are, believe me or not, that's up to you..

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