CHAPTER 12

Singto’s heart felt as if it might stop. He didn’t extremely know how to elucidate himself and he didn’t wish to, however the burning sensation he got from Krist staring at him was too intense to merely keep silent or look away.

“I do, I’m just… not accustomed to everybody or anything yet, therefore I’m just… nervous and once I am feeling this manner, I simply don’t want to eat.” He stumbled in a couple place, however he was amazingly pleased with the answer he was able to provide.

“Okay… well, ‘not needing to eat’ and ‘feeling hungry’ are two completely different things. I bet you're hungry. You only don’t apprehend. Why don’t you only eat one thing, it’s most likely what you would need.”

Even Singto knew that there was no means of getting out of this one.

“Okay.” He replied with a voice so tiny that it had been barely audible.

“Great!” Krist answered in his usual mordacious tone and walked back to the kitchen to plate some food.

When he came back, he clasp two plates with lots of food on that. He drank his coffee already as he was plating, therefore his mug was sitting within the sink.

“Here you go.” He uttered as he effortlessly give the plate over to Singto.

Krist sat before of him once more just so he may physically see that he was ingesting one thing. He watched as Singto slowly raised his fork and began twiddling with his food. Krist simply stared as he watched the boy ahead of him re-arranging his food in an odd method. Hesitantly, Singto raised his fork to his lips and quickly place the food into his mouth. The warmth, texture, and feel of it all gave him a nauseating feeling in his stomach. He took another bite as he held his head along with his other hand in discomfort. Seeing somebody struggle so badly with one thing that comes as habit was confusing to Krist. He simply couldn’t wrap his head around it. Krist isn’t the brightest and it’s onerous for him to check things beyond surface level, however he tries, although his efforts fall short.

It took longer than anticipated; however all the food was gone. Singto was firm to persuade Krist that he's fine which there’s nothing wrong with him.” I… Uhmm… I’m planning to wash the dishes and visit my daddy. will you… be fine by yourself?”

Caring for somebody else apart from his father still didn’t feel right, except for some reason he felt inclined to look after this guy, perhaps it had been because he's concerned regarding his eating habits, and how much he looks to have a tough time with food.

“Yeah, I’ll be alright.” Singto answered jam-packed with assurance.

Krist got up from his seat and entered the kitchen to clean up. It didn’t take long before he was ready to leave. He stepped out and felt the host sun shine down onto his shoulders.

Today was a lot hotter than yesterday, since there wasn’t that much of a breeze. It truly felt a bit humid. Luckily, Krist wore acceptable clothing for this weather; he had on a light blue tang top with grey stripes running across it, loose grey basketball short and white sneakers. He set to jog his way there this time, since he felt like his body desired to manoeuvre around, and it'll take less time to arrive.

Right after SIngto detected the front of the door shut, he ran upstairs and into his sleeping room. He didn’t even slow down till he was in his rest room with the door shut and secured behind him. From there, he panted as he paced back and forth along with his fingers pulling at his hair, solely puzzling over the surplus calories that he has consumed from that one meal. His mind swarmed with numbers that were overlarge for his liking and his body despised the sensation of fullness.

His eyes met with the reflection within the mirror simply on top of the sink, like it did yesterday right before he took a shower. To him, he appeared like he suddenly gained an excessive amount of weight and he felt dismayed by his look. And just like that, he grabbed his toothbrush and knelt towards the toilet. While not wasting any longer time, he shoved the tip of it into the rear of his throat till he felt the urge.

It took him about four tries till he finally got it. Soon, all the foods were spewing out of him and he kept his eyes shut as warm tears made its way down his face. He coughed and every time, a lot of food was taking off. Fresh tears welled up in his eyes as he continued to vomit till everything was out of his system. He wiped his mouth and flushed the toilet.

Singto despised himself most and felt like he was at his lowest point each time he did this, however at a similar time, he felt better from the emptiness that he currently felt. Along with his body leaning against that wall behind him, he finally unleashes what he was holding in while there was company. He cried. Tears streaming down his face and he didn’t even bother to wipe them away. He simply invigorated his head on top of his knees and hugged himself while he sobbed. Everything hurt inside and out, nobody even knew it.